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While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. They had escaped from the New Prison, it is true; but the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell, by which that jail was formerly surrounded, and which was more than twenty feet high, and protected by formidable and bristling chevaux de frise, remained to be scaled. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke. There’s hardly a night she doesn’t sneak out of the house. One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. ‘You said she was beautiful. Go to your sister, and do not quit her till all is over. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter. Most of the time, he was hunting and he returned at night.
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