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"Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. When about to retire to rest, the rencounter with Jack Sheppard again recurred to him, and he half blamed himself for not acquainting Mr. . He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Before our marriage there will be no life between you and the estates. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. “Called myself Anna,” the girl repeated coolly. The packets were hastily broken open; and, while Wood was absorbed in the perusal of the despatch addressed to him by Sir Rowland, Thames sought out, and found the letter which he had been prevented from finishing on the fatal night at Jonathan Wild's.
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