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" "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan. Beyond the hatch, an angle, formed by a projection in the wall of some three or four feet, served to hide a door conducting to the interior of the prison. Somewhere you may stumble upon a clew to his identity. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. “I hope you will not compel me to say again that I do not know the man’s name, nor, to the best of my belief, have I ever seen him before in my life.
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