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\" His brown eyes were tired and full of concern. But who would pay the ransom? There was no one left in his family. . Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an open door into the street. The Night-Cellar XVIII. "Stop him!" shouted Jonathan from the stair-head, "stop him! It's Jack Sheppard!" "Give way!" cried Jack fiercely. “Hey, Mike. ‘I do not need for you to tell me this. Having ascertained that a vessel sails for France from the river at daybreak to-morrow morning, I have secured a passage in her, and have already had the few effects I possess, conveyed on board.
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