"Hold!" cried Kneebone, flinging down the packets; "they are nothing to me. ’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack. E. "You are my prisoner, Jack. If he laid his own suspicions boldly before the girl, and in the end the boy came clean, he would always be haunted by the witless cruelty of the act. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man.
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