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Of all the amazing coincidences. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. " Hastening from this heart-rending spectacle, Jack soon reached the grating that divided the men's compartment from that appropriated to the women. A Hand that strove to reach his shoulder, relentless, soulless but lawful. ‘Parbleu,’ she uttered indignantly. Here the prisoners took exercise; and a quaint, but striking picture has been left of their appearance when so engaged, by the author of the English Rogue. A little Cockney recovered it, and made ridiculous attempts to get to her and replace it. I want to know who sent you those. This is simply a chapter of coincidences. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically.
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