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" "Comin'! comin'!" returned the constable, shuffling towards him. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. “I haven’t a scrap—of this sort of aversion. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. Give me that picture, or I'll make you!" "Hear me," said Thames, calmly; "you well know you're no match for me.
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