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Jack instantly started to his feet, and the man, alarmed at his appearance, ran off to a neighbouring house. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Sepulchre's church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the first turning on the left.
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