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The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. People shrug their shoulders and call me a crazy socialist. ’ He frowned again. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. ’ She drew a heavy breath. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a separation between you almost a necessity. "Have you broken out of the cage, Jack?" "Something like it," replied the lad carelessly. Earles said, “but this is rubbish.
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