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’ ‘Couldn’t help but do so, ma’am,’ said Mrs Ibstock. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. A few words passed between him and the thief-taker as the latter came up; after which, all the party—with the exception of Quilt, who was left on shore —embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed swiftly along the stream—for the tide was in its favour—by a couple of watermen. A bad man, in fact. She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. "I'm prudence personified. Some one may observe us.
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