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“Get me someone, Oracle. The note-passer lagged behind with her. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet.
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