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She breathed deeply of the starch of his shirt. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. “Where?” “To that ball.
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