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” Brendon leaned over confidentially. It was approached from the street by a flight of broad stone steps, leading to a ponderous door, plated with iron, and secured on the inner side by huge bolts, and a lock, with wards of a prodigious size. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. It can wait a bit longer. How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down 458 XXXI. " "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table.
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