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‘Which is exactly what started us off,’ Gerald said to his friend with a grin, as
he gave up his injured hand to the other’s ministrations. . Were I not
Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad. To-night she could have
hugged both the old maids. In the early hours of the morning, unable to
bear the suspense any longer, Melusine had ventured to explore the mansion, the
lantern she had brought in hand, commenting to herself all the time on the state
of the place and the difficulties of her task, and having no idea of the
consequences she was bringing on herself thereby. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to
faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. But if I escape, my gratitude—"
"Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. "Never mind," replied the tapstress. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind.
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