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He had. I keep it for my own drinking," he added in a lower tone. \"Stop smiling, you're scaring me. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. What's this?" he added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at his feet—it was Jonathan's memorandum. In the northwest angle, there was a small pen for female offenders, and, on the south, a more commodious enclosure appropriated to the master-debtors and strangers. What was his transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning.
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