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The tourist season would soon be at ebb, and it would be late in September before the tide returned. The Ragged Edge. Do help me, Lady Ferringhall. " "Here he is!" cried Ireton, as the knocking was heard without. An hour was then passed in conversation as to the possibility of rendering any assistance to Jack; in deploring his unhappy destiny; and in the consideration of the course to be pursued in reference to Jonathan Wild. " "How long will you be here?" "To-morrow night. I’m sorry.
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