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"With the help of his comrade, Jack Sheppard, the young rascal made a bold push to get out of the round-house, where my janizaries had lodged him, and would have succeeded too, if, by good luck,—for the devil never deserts so useful an agent as I am, Sir Rowland,—I hadn't arrived in time to prevent him. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. " After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony. Diane Vorsack was a disaster waiting for a place to happen, with a heartily established dislike for the Beck clan. "I should think so," responded the lethargic turnkey, with a yawn. " The doctor caught the irony, and he warmed a little.
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