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’ ‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily. " "There isn't an angel in heaven, Ruth, purer or sweeter than you are. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. The stench was cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. JACK SHEPPARD.
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