The latter appeared to contain several papers, which Jack carefully put by, in the hope that they might turn out of importance in a scheme of vengeance which he meditated against the thief-taker. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. Ruth had not expected to be kissed; so the omission passed unnoted. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father.
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