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‘Yes, miss. Then Mr. As Jack appeared to be
sinking fast, his fetters were removed, his own clothes were returned to him, and
he was allowed a mattress and a scanty supply of bed-linen. She was shifting, moving back. ”
“I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. He looked from the sword to the
dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a
pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been for
that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a freshness in
her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue of the rest of her
complexion.
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