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" "Generous girl!" cried Jack from behind the skreen. "Suppose he does. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. " "He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard. The inn was a military haunt. It was dry, as if she had powdered it. "The glass never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the West Injees.
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