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There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo. "Close the doors below! Loose the dogs! Curses! they don't hear me! I'll ring the alarm-bell. This horrible piece of deformity, who acted as drawer and cellarman, and was a constant butt to the small wits of the jail, was nicknamed the Black Dog of Newgate. She glanced at the soft-ticking clock with the exposed brass pendulum upon the white marble mantel, and made a rapid calculation. He only laughed his defiance. " "You're not going to betray me!" cried Jack, in alarm. "Is she returned!" "Y—e—s, Sir Rowland," stammered Charcam.
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