"Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks proper,—if you wish it. "I want you for the job I spoke of a short time ago, Nab," he said. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. CHAPTER XV.
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