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Wood had retired to his own room, where he had just summoned Thames. "He has robbed him. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. ” “Alive,” Annabel moaned, her eyes large with terror. Unlocking a cupboard, he then took out some cold meat and other viands, with a flask of wine, and a bottle of brandy, and began to eat and drink voraciously. "There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. ‘Comment? You have then met this Suzanne?’ The woman turned a deep red. I shall lose my fees and the laced coat.
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