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Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I
have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died
last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach
you. While he was filling his pockets with golden coin from this store, Blueskin
had pulled the plate-chest from under the bed, and having forced it open, began
filling a canvass bag with its contents,—silver coffee-pots, chocolate-dishes,
waiters trays, tankards, goblets, and candlesticks. “One moment, if you please!”
She stopped short and looked round.
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