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You are—or rather you were——” he corrected himself with an unpleasant little laugh, “Miss Pellissier, eh?” A little sensation followed upon his words. I offered myself as a clerk, as a milliner, as a shop girl. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. Wood's habitation in Wych Street, we are luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was Jack Sheppard (signature) "I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman," cried Jack, as he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket.
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