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He grasped Lucilla’s elbow. He was there concealed, waiting her return. Quarter-staves, bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered; and, to judge from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must have been tapped pretty freely. "Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've got one of 'em!" "Come along," cried Jack.
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