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' Jack Sheppard's library consisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from the tremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime —the Ordinaries of Newgate. . . No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. She isn't used to cities.
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