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You won't mind if I empty this gin?" "No. ‘It is Yol—’ She broke off abruptly, her face collapsing into an expression of acute consternation. Gerald watched its approach with vague interest, which quickened when he saw that it was drawing up outside the very house out of which he had just stepped. Please don’t let any one know that. ‘Quickly! You must get up. " "He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. " "Agreed.
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