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‘Because I love you. It was still possible the child might be in safety. I defy you to explain it away. It was just a chance that we in particular hit against each other—nothing predestined about it. ” “Did I?” she said. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. "Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper. “Now you look happy. "Saved!" "Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?" "Who?" asked Wood. ‘And you, my girl, if you’d been born at all, would have been just what you think you are. Regardless of the risk he incurred from some heavy stone dropping on his head or feet,—regardless also of the noise made by the falling rubbish, and of the imminent danger which he consequently ran of being interrupted by some of the jailers, should the sound reach their ears, he continued to pull down large masses of the wall, which he flung upon the floor of the cell. " "Leave us together, my good woman," said Jack, putting a guinea into her hand.
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