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She occupied a small sofa, a little apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and glanced about with an air of considerable unease. At six o'clock, the wicket was shut; and at nine, the jail was altogether locked up. His next occupation was to take out his pistols, examine the priming, and rub the flints. And severely hurt that pig, which was a very good thing. Surely his calculated desire to sit near her meant that his attention had surely been brought from its normal diversions into her realm. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. Somewhere you may stumble upon a clew to his identity. And you have stolen my dagger.
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