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She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. A noise was next heard, as if some instrument were applied to the door with the intent to force it open, and Jack's fears were at once dispelled, At first, he had imagined they were officers of justice, come to convey him to a stronger prison: but the voice of one of the parties, which he recognised, convinced him they were his friends. It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. “A little nervous. . “As I have explained many a time, Lucia, the maladies of the blood and flesh do not afflict us. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. I refused to sign a petition in his behalf to the Recorder; not from any ill-will to him, but because it was prepared by a person whom I particularly dislike— Captain Darrell. Since Jack has left us, what does it matter whether he's pleased or not?" At this moment, a whistle was heard. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. "Lean on me," said Jack. But he has since acquitted you of any share in it. " Almost the identical words of the boy.
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