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"This young fool is come to restore the article—whatever it may be—which Lady Trafford was anxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined. Sure Mike!" At the hotel he wrote a long letter to his chief, explaining every detail of the fizzle. He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. " "A terrible dream, indeed," said Jonathan thoughtfully. " "Because this child's life was threatened by the persons you have mentioned," rejoined Wood. Sheppard's weight had destroyed the equilibrium of the plank: it swerved, and slowly descended. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled over the ledge, and sank. "You mistake,—you are mine. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation.
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