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ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. I believe—I believe that I must risk it. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. She’s very special. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before.
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