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"Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. "See her I will. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. "I need not remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicated in the Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. "Well, since you force me to betray my master's secrets," replied Quilt, sullenly, "I've ridden express to Manchester to deliver a message to Sir Rowland. She had been carrying them, he assumed, but then again the school had some particularly talented kids among the usual ruffians. \"Bye, Michelle.
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