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"I shall want nothing more. Don’t be frightened, dear. At this juncture, and just as a cuckoo-clock in the corner struck sis, Jack Sheppard walked into the room, with the packing-case under his arm. "I was right," replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing had happened. You are your own Heaven and your own Hell, Lucy. That it provided proof of the girl’s identity was one thing. All about her, hither and yon, lay the enticing Unknown. "It's too late to carry 'em before a magistrate now, Sir Rowland; so, with your permission, I'll give 'em a night's lodging in Saint Giles's round-house.
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