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” “As one friend to another. With his foodle doo! "Peace!" cried Jack. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Why? Love was a word of God's, and yet her father had denied it—denied it to the Book, denied it to his own flesh and blood. It reverberated in the silence. You understand me, sirrah?" "Perfectly," replied Jack. He resumed his listening. ’ Hilary eyed him. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished.
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