The key's in the lock, on the inner side. “John,” she said, “I am afraid that I am going to make you unhappy. "You've won your wager. Nobody could possibly find him now. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. While this was going on, Jack suddenly made a movement which attracted the turnkey's attention; and during that interval the old man slipped some articles wrapped in a handkerchief into Bess's hands, who instantly secreted them in her bosom. I wonder. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said.
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