" "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. I mean to have you! Don’t frown me off now. "As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared. It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the neighbouring hill.
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