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Kneebone, on his return from Manchester. Sheppard. We’d soon cool that temper of yours. Fatigued by his previous exertions,
and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily
remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?"
Mrs. The poor boy, whose hands were pinioned behind him, looked very pale, but
neither trembled, nor exhibited any other symptom of alarm. “What nonsense is this? What raving! My dear child, you DO live, you DO
exist! You have this home.
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