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My only love is for my poor lost son. She marvelled at his apparent imperviousness to the heat. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Sheppard, and regarding her with an insolent and threatening glance. ‘Here she is. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. “You see you do not know how much of truth there is in his story. "What's the matter, father!" continued the new-comer, addressing Wood.
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