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Sheppard, who had been stricken down by the blow that prostrated her assailant, looked up, she perceived Jonathan Wild kneeling beside the body of Blueskin. "Thanks," he said, holding out a thin white hand. The noise startled the apprentice, who instantly suspended his labour, and gazed anxiously in the direction whence he supposed it proceeded. "And now, mark me. Do you live here?" "Not exactly," answered the carpenter. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. Then a roar of hisses. ‘I ain’t done nothing wrong, I swear it.
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