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Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. Are you sure you haven't mistaken the ward, Mr. “The next question, Miss Anna,” he said, “is how am I to help you? I am wholly at your disposal. I’m so glad you’re not angry. Our men had him fast, held down in a chair. . I knew him in spite of his dress. " While making these remarks, Blueskin contrived, by means of a chisel which he chanced to have about him, to lift up the board, and, introducing his fingers beneath it, with Jack's assistance speedily opened it altogether, disclosing a dark hole, into which he leapt.
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