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There were lines in her face that age had not put there. Overjoyed beyond measure at having vanquished this apparently-insurmountable obstacle, Jack darted through the door. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. Darting quickly to the chest that contained the priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind it on the floor. She removed it. In all other respects they differed as materially. Her cargo is nearly shipped. Spurlock mused over the previous night. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it.
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