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I thought he was in Newgate. A pane of glass was shivered by each stone. "Thank you, sir," said Spurlock, holding out his hand. The effort to maintain her self-control was almost superhuman. " Her utterance was here choked by sobs. . Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. Sheppard's house, loud yells and vociferations reached his ears; and, looking downwards, he perceived a great stir amid the mob. He singled out my poor husband from a crowd of other felons; and you know how right he was in that case, Sir.
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