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"Where is he?" asked Jonathan. His breakfast despatched, which he ate with a wolfish appetite, he walked over to Newgate, chuckling as he went at the consternation which his appearance would create amongst the turnkeys. “You must pack for me. "Have you sent off the note?" inquired Jack. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. ‘The poor girl was thrust into a convent to become a nun. This woman knows me—’ throwing the remark at Lucilla ‘—and that I am the daughter of Mary Remenham.
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