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In the floor were set four ring-bolts, about nine feet apart. "Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters," whispered Kneebone, "What's to be done?" "What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn them. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not. There was no need to be afraid for me. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. "What's the matter?" he cried. "Oh! that was all, was it?" said the turnkey, quietly reseating himself.
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