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"Heaven be praised she knows me at last. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. He knew not what to say, or what to do; and his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures and furious looks of the ruffians in his immediate vicinity. The Reverend Henry Dolby performed the cermony, and his wife and daughter were witnesses. I'm sure she'll let me go, though. A large body of the constables of Westminster next made their appearance, the chief of whom entered the Lodge, where they were speedily joined by the civic authorities. "Oh, lud! what's that?" exclaimed a female voice, from an adjoining room. My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished. And she did not merely affect to be driven—she felt driven. Come! come!" "Hear me, mother," cried Jack, "and I will explain to you why the villain makes this strange and revolting proposal.
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