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"I began to fear, from his having quitted the old place, that some misfortune must have befallen him. Have you done the trick at Dollis Hill?—brought off the swag—eh?" "No," answered Jack, flinging himself sullenly into a chair, "I've not. It feels like it. " "No doubt," he replied. ‘Rather thought I’d have to disarm you when you heard of it. It was at his side below the breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. It ceased to be the symbol of liberty and a remote and quite abstracted person, and became suddenly and very disagreeably the token of a large and portentous body visible and tangible. She ran down alleyways and between buildings, faster than an Olympian, until she could hear his voice no more.
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