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They broke open the entrance into Jonathan's store-room—plundered it of everything valuable—ransacked every closet, drawer, and secret hiding-place, and stripped them of their contents. . . ’ I don’t know what you’d call it —a sort of witchery, almost suggestiveness. Once in, the constable's manner appeared totally changed. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. ‘What has that to say to anything?’ ‘Nothing at all,’ smiled Lucy nervously. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose.
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