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How much Mary knew is a mystery. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. A door in this house opened upon the yard. His perseverance was amply rewarded. She went to her bedroom, but she did not go to bed. He turned. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt. ‘That’s right. Thieves and pickpockets are his constant companions. These galleries were separated in the middle by iron grates. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. I should like to know how it is concerned with Sir John Ferringhall, and how my presence intervenes.
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