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The Bishop, however, to show him the danger of meddling with the church, gave him a dance at Tyburn for his pains. No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. “I’ve had most of the things I wanted,” said Ramage, in the stillness of the night. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him. A familiar figure was making his way towards them.
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