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1. Losing his presence of mind,
Jack quitted his hold, and dropped upon the frame. A black-garbed young lad leapt out and let down the
steps. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering
unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had
rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a
smile crossed them. ‘Your master in?’ he demanded of the astonished footman, removing his
cockaded hat and handing it over. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might
soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his
bedside. She was very pretty. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the
right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. He knew it
absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand.
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