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"What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. The delight of the turnkeys was beyond all bounds; but poor Mrs. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. The door was too strong, and too well secured, to break open,—the walls too thick: but the ceiling,—if he could reach it—there, he doubted not, he could make an outlet. You mustn’t go clawing after a man that doesn’t belong to you—that isn’t even interested in you.
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