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Ireton," observed the chief turnkey of Westminster Gatehouse, as he helped himself to his third glass of punch; "but I never saw one like Jack Sheppard. He was caked with dried muck. From the unlovely hillside his glance strayed to the several five-story towers of the pawnshops. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent.
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