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She chose to hold her nose. . The point is, Spurlock was coming along: queerly, by his own imagination. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from the execution, almost from the contemplation, of which he had hitherto shrunk. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. Stanley, consenting with dignity. Wasting no time, he crossed straight to the shutters and opened them. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam.
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