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Do you accept it?" "Dear Thames!" "Forgive this ill-timed avowal of my love. I came back to say, that I've placed your nephew in a coach; and, if you'll be at my lock in the Old Bailey an hour after midnight, you shall hear the last tidings of him. It's my way when I'm ruffled. “Number 13, please, cabman. Depend upon it, there is a place for you—waiting. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side.
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