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"Read that. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. She had found that proof. ' Jack Sheppard's library consisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from the tremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime —the Ordinaries of Newgate.
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