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The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. And the woollen-draper departed. It was easy to imagine great power in such a man. "Tell me frankly, and speak under your breath. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon. " "Everything. ] CHAPTER VIII Slowly Ruth entered her own room. "Not the sort of stories young ladies should read.
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