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He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr. Capes scored back with an uncompromising vigor that was his way of complimenting her intelligence. —You've your answer, Blueskin," he added, pushing that individual, who seemed unwilling to depart, towards the door; "it's useless to urge the matter further. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration.
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