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Give me your staff. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. With a small saw, conveyed to me a few days since by Thames Darrell, which I contrived to conceal upon my person, I removed a spike in the hatch, and, with the aid of some other friends, worked my way out. But I may yet live to thwart them. At last he could bear it no longer. In you—if you can love me—there is salvation. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken.
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