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The girl’s eyes never left his face. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. Gerald raised a questioning eyebrow. Not that he deliberately courted danger; it was rather the searcher, seeking analysis, the why and wherefore of this or that invading emotion. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. His shoulders relaxed and his gaze wavered. \"I'm going to his baseball game, he's pitching for Lincoln, and then I believe he is taking me to dinner.
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