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He had made himself master of the layout of the house, that was plain. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. “Eight, Cavendish Square. Then he threw the letter at me. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. Mr. But to choose this of all moments. The packets were hastily broken open; and, while Wood was absorbed in the perusal of the despatch addressed to him by Sir Rowland, Thames sought out, and found the letter which he had been prevented from finishing on the fatal night at Jonathan Wild's. ’ ‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone. "In the first place, she had no knowledge of her birth; and, consequently, no false pride to get rid of. "Off with you to Newgate!" cried Jack, "and don't let him out till you get inside the Lodge.
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