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Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. Gregory B. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. She hugged Lucy, who had finished eating. She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam.
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