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"Your sympathy is being wasted. . “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. "If you don't stop its squalling, I will. " Roused by this reflection, filled with the deepest anxiety for his mother, and burning to be avenged upon Jonathan Wild, he grasped the iron bar, which, when he sat down, he had laid upon his knees, and stepped quickly across the room. I’m okay. ‘All right, Trodger. " "Thank God for that!" ejaculated Mrs. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. " "Ship her back to her father"—sagely. “Yes. But that brought Mrs. Spurling in alarm.
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