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"Once in this chair, yer hon'r, and I'll warrant he'll not get out so aisily as Jack Sheppard did from the New Pris'n. Gerald lost his head. Just as he had told Gerald would be the case, there was nothing of interest to hear, especially as he had met the girl in London only last night. She hated the manor. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. “You have even her name. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets.
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