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" "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. Oh! my dear, dear son, be warned in time. He was heartily thankful for it. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. She had no inkling of that insupportable wrong. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. "Do you take me for a thiefcatcher, like Jonathan Wild, that you dare to affront me by such a proposal?" "No offence, Sir," rejoined the jailer, humbly. " "And so this is my reward for having made you the tip-top cracksman you are," muttered Blueskin;—"to be turned off at a moment's notice, because I silenced a noisy woman. The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description. ’ You were to be kidnapped from the Manor in early July, but you took matters into your own hands in March. Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. ” She looked at her toes.
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