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Mrs. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. “Steady on!” he cried. ‘And then vanished into thin air,’ rejoined Hilary on a sardonic note. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city gates, or on London Bridge. ‘Besides, I don’t want the men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. "Ah!" exclaimed Jack, starting to his feet.
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