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‘He’d have been that happy if he’d known how you’re the spit of her, miss. I can't run in these heavy fetters. “Thank you. I've watched this lad—this Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. " "I mean to say, Sir," answered Mrs. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. They were drenched with water and suds.
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