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I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. He leaned forward to embrace her. "Good bye!" cried Jack, as if taking leave of his mistresses, "to-morrow, at the same time. With a small saw, conveyed to me a few days since by Thames Darrell, which I contrived to conceal upon my person, I removed a spike in the hatch, and, with the aid of some other friends, worked my way out. She leaned back in her chair. Annabel had been here then. Her glasses moved quickly as her glance travelled from face to face. “Mr. " "And, so Jack Sheppard has sent back Shotbolt in this pickle," said Langley.
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