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They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. "Water!" he gasped. He replied, \"Want to go sit down somewhere?\" \"Sure. " "From Mr. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. "I believe I'll tear them up. ‘Assuredly it is locked up.
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