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Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the
prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom
and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and
barred the door. Mac—the old gossip—knew about everything going on
in that part of the world; and if Enschede was anything up to the picture the girl
had drawn, McClintock would have heard of him, naturally. ‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone
that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. ‘Only me name,’ Kimble said apologetically.
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