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“Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. Even now she was dazed. I may add that the family is well known to me. The boy doesn't know it, but I dug into his trunk for something to identify him and stumbled upon some manuscripts. 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. Austin, or any man of similar dimensions, would have found wholly impossible. John knew better.
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