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"Either he or you must return with me," answered Jonathan. Another coach was then procured, in which the prisoner was placed. My profession has hardened me. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. What is the use of it? I do not wish to marry you. "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers.
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