” He crossed himself and grinned. " "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. Sharples," replied Quilt; "lock 'em up. He drew her to him with his hands upon her waist. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell.
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