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Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that —it’s been one triumphant relaxation. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison. It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. "Heard of your escapes. She was slowed down by the icy wind that punctuated itself in screams around houses and trees. Will you not, brother?" "Promise," said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear. Having seen his mistress safe down, Jack instantly descended, leaving the best part of his clothes, as a memorial of his flight, to the jailor.
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