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‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. Her hair was washed for her also. Marvel, then, took two iron weights, each of a hundred pounds, and placed them in the press. ‘You wish a life of obedience? So be it, Mademoiselle Charvill. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. Before he could make the thrust, however, he was seized behind by Ireton, who flung himself upon him.
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