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Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. I’m not to study, I’m not to grow. ‘Go then. "Jack Sheppard," returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the Earl of Mar. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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