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" CHAPTER XIX. " "Don't say so," cried Mrs. "Heaven grant I may not be too late!" Followed by Jack Sheppard, who kept sufficiently near him to watch his proceedings, and yet not expose himself, Quilt unlocked one or two doors which he left open, and after winding his way along a gloomy passage, arrived at the door of a vault. By this time, the churchyard was crowded with spectators, some of whom dispersed in different directions in quest of the other robber. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. " "And by whom were they both destroyed?" demanded his sister, raising herself by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance. "Austin will stare," thought Jack, "when he comes here in the morning. He opened the door for her with a faint disagreeable smile. “Come,” he continued, “the world after all is a very small place. You may have something to conceal, you may not. While the girl kept the patient from dwelling upon his misfortunes, whatever these were, he himself would have to keep the girl from brooding over hers. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses.
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