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“Nigel, don’t you understand. ‘Who kills who?’ ‘Rot in hell,’ he snarled, panting, and managed to push himself forward and leap off the dais, running for the safety of the far aisle by the wall. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. Gerald swore. She was no longer there. "You'll lose no time," said the thief-taker. Wood!" exclaimed Jack, in surprise. “You let him touch you!” John whispered back. "And I," muttered Jack.
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