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The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. That boy was the carpenter's apprentice, Jack Sheppard. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. In fact, I order you to do so. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. The room was dark and dusty.
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