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’ ‘Unfair!’ echoed his junior. It was about twelve feet high, nine wide, and fourteen long; and was approached by double doors each six inches thick. "Only Jack's two wives—Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot," replied Austin, laughing. Byby. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. My name is Armytage—Lord Ernest Armytage. Easily. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt.
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