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He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which
she unzipped and let fall to the ground. "
"Now for it!—life or death!" exclaimed Jack, assuming the gait of a female, and
stepping towards the door. Ireton will do no such thing," replied the head-turnkey. All right. She so wanted
to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize
his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he
was mere dust in the ground. This spot, which still retains its name, acquired the
appellation from an old crone who lived there, and who, in addition to a very
equivocal character for honesty, enjoyed the reputation of being a witch. In truth, she liked Gerald also.
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