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" When Spurlock had finished the tale, touched here and there by his own imagination, McClintock made a negative sign. You were pointed out to me at—a few nights ago. "Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters," whispered Kneebone, "What's to be done?" "What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn them. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical.
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