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The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. Ennison looked down on him in disgust. This was just what he needed. For a time she promenaded the room. The shock and distress were genuine. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. “Dear me!” he said. The storm burst upon them in its fury. “It’s a matter of feeling with me. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. Sheppard, gently, "nor do I need any.
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