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"My name is Darrell," said the fugitive hastily. . Aralarındaki bağ, daha da derinleşti. ’ The lady opened her eyes very wide indeed. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken my pipe. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. "Red apples and snow!" he repeated. They had cried a little, both.
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