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Upon my word, Anna,” she declared, with a strange little laugh, “you are a thousand times more like me as I was two months ago than I am myself. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. "Dead!" echoed the boy. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. "Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper. In fact, the reflection of the flames lighted up the ward in which Jack Sheppard was confined.
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