"This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. Do you expect me, I wonder. Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face. But he was not a father one could make much of. ‘Jacques, do not die while I am gone.
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