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" "What!" exclaimed Mrs. Reverse psychology or something, it’s like she was trying to draw him nearer by pushing him away. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. What else was there lurked in shadows and deep places; if in some mood of reverie it came out into the light, it was presently overwhelmed and hustled back again into hiding. But ship that girl east as soon as you can. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me.
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