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She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. “It was the night you left Paris. “If I do,” he said. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. She had been carrying them, he assumed, but then again the school had some particularly talented kids among the usual ruffians.
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