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“He is not—I don’t like him. “If you think it worth while,” she answered doubtfully. "I read those stories. " Prudence felt the hands stiffen oddly; and again the thought came to her that perhaps this poor child's father had once been, perhaps still was, in the same category as this Taber. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. Wherein she differed but little from her young sisters.
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