Drink the toast, Jack. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. Before the first month was gone, McClintock admitted that the boy was a find. She met his eyes for a moment, and could not interpret their expression. Darting forward at this sound, Jack threw open the door, and beheld Quilt kneeling over Thames, who'se hands and feet were bound with cords, and about to plunge his sword into his breast.
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