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"So did I," answered Jack; "we had better move on. She perceived that his countenance was only composed by a great effort, his features severely compressed. Then Mr. 1. ‘And it is not only a question of her identity, but a matter of her life as well. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. Am I going to die?” “I am afraid that you are in a dangerous state,” Courtlaw answered gravely. “And how did you find us here?” “I called at Montague Street a few minutes after you had left. ” He referred to a sheet of paper by his side. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. Now he would take her away from the house before killing her, and no one would find her body at all.
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