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She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius
through the mud. "Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, or Blueskin, I
think he's called. . Impassive by nature and training, he was
conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by
a dull background of disappointment. "
"Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. Her courage and her presence of mind had alike deserted her.
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