" "And who is its mother?" asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. \" Mark was tall and skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. It wouldn't do to say that she was from the hospital. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. .
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