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The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. " "Jack's a noble fellow," exclaimed the head-jailer of Clerkenwell Prison, raising his glass; "and, though he played me a scurvy trick, I'll drink to his speedy deliverance. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. Ah Cum explained. " "But, mother, mayn't I sit up to see whether Thames returns?" implored Winifred. "Auntie?" he cried. "Off with you to Newgate!" cried Jack, "and don't let him out till you get inside the Lodge. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured.
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