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There are also the letters which were scattered about Wild's room after the murder of Sir Rowland. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. "She has fallen into the villain's hands. " Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. While this was going on, Jack suddenly made a movement which attracted the turnkey's attention; and during that interval the old man slipped some articles wrapped in a handkerchief into Bess's hands, who instantly secreted them in her bosom. This employment seemed to afford him the highest satisfaction; for a diabolical grin—it cannot be called a smile—played upon his face all the time he was engaged in it.
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