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“Very likely. “Will you come in, Sir John. "To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but, perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his time, on the very day his poor father suffered. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. He can come round there. ’ Melusine found her tongue. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light.
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