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ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully. Figg?" said Jack, peevishly. Eggs were procured for her, and she sat out the subsequent emotions and eloquence with the dignity becoming an injured lady of good family. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. “It’s jolly of you to come,” said Ramage. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. “You asked me in to tea,” he protested. Manning’s handwriting, and opened his letter and read some lines before its import appeared. " "Can I not carry you where you can obtain help?" cried Jack in a agony of distress. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. Norris, wringing her hands and wepping, the unfortunate lady was placed upon a couch.
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