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"The youth whom you delivered to Van Galgebrok,—Thames Darrell, is returned. She has no proof—yet. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble. While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were gone?" "Who?" inquired Jack. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. It had a tiny flaw, most bizarre. " "You see, we didn't know but you might die; and so we had to search your belongings for the address of your people.
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