Mrs. I’m not Gerald, remember. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. But, as this produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisoner was carried back to Newgate.
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