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. “Ding-dong-Diedermayer is here, Lucy. ToC In a hollow in the meadows behind the prison whence Jack Sheppard had escaped,—for, at this time, the whole of the now thickly-peopled district north of Clerkenwell Bridewell was open country, stretching out in fertile fields in the direction of Islington—and about a quarter of a mile off, stood a solitary hovel, known as Black Mary's Hole. If you know her for the vicious, scheming wretch that she is, why in God’s name—?’ ‘She’s not a vicious, scheming wretch,’ Gerald said calmly. It was astonishing how seldom it was that his instincts betrayed him. It is better that you go away now, I think. She was very pale, but she reminded him more at that minute than at any time of “Alcide” as he had first known her. She is English! I am sure of that.
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