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I was sitting up, lamenting your departure, dear Thames, when, hearing an odd noise, I went to the landing, and, by the light of a dark lantern, saw Jack Sheppard, stealing up stairs, followed by two men with crape on their faces. But God will punish you for what you have done this day. Overcome by his affliction, Mr. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. I know the Dutch. You can’t do that sort of thing unless you do it over religion, and there’s no religion in me—of that sort—worth a rap.
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