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Then she glanced at the cards again, over which her aunt’s many-ringed hand played, and then at the rather weak, rather plump face that surveyed its operations. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. Wood, now more buxom and more gorgeously arrayed than ever,—as well as a young and beautiful female, in whom he was at no loss to recognise the carpenter's daughter. We'll get this chap on his feet if only to learn what the trouble is. . Between her and the fair, far prospect of freedom and self-development manoeuvred Mr.
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