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Wood hadn't struck me. ” He coughed gently. Purney's hand-writing," said Jack, advancing, "and can at once decide whether this is a forgery or not. Don't you hear how you've made it cry?" "Throttle the kid!" rejoined Blueskin, fiercely. She was to see Capes to-morrow, but now, in this state of misery she had achieved, she felt assured he would turn his back upon her, take no notice of her at all.
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