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. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. I need not counsel you to avoid those fatal courses which have placed you in such fearful jeopardy. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. “Cheveney!” she repeated. New customs have prevailed over the old. Your maid has twenty minutes to pack your dressing case for one night, and you have the same time to change into a travelling dress. He was placed in a coach, handcuffed, and heavily fettered, and guarded by a vast posse of officers to Temple Bar, where a fresh relay of constables escorted him to Westminster.
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