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“Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. “I am sorry for the way I acted, Lucy. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the hands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted accordingly. Only it was with a further and most unbelieving shrug of the shoulders that he resumed his seat. "I have a token to deliver to you," continued the stranger, addressing her. We all love you dearly.
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