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‘Of course not,’ snapped his friend. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. And, if ever I'm brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. He has nothing to fall back upon, no substitute; but a woman always has the mother love. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. "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. Nice position. She rose to the fire to stoke it.
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