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"Farewell!" cried Jack, breaking from them, and rushing down the street. "May I beg to know whom I've the pleasure of adressing? Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name. "There is nobody else. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. Then she would write and tell her father what she had done, and put their relationship on a new footing. ” “But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. Wood!" exclaimed Jack, in surprise. He flew to the window, and would have passed his sword through the thief-taker's body, if the latter had not quickly interposed the person of Mrs. ToC About an hour after the occurrences at Newgate, the door of the small backparlour already described at Dollis Hill was opened by Winifred, who, gliding noiselessly across the room, approached a couch, on which was extended a sleeping female, and, gazing anxiously at her pale careworn countenance, murmured,—"Heaven be praised! she still slumbers—slumbers peacefully.
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