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"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last. As it was, the mob went on alternately hooting and huzzaing as the names of Wild and Sheppard were pronounced, while some individuals, bolder than the rest, thrust their faces into the coach-window, and assured Jack that he should never be taken to Tyburn. . ” “An appetite like yours,” he said resignedly, “is fatal to all sentiment. " "Ha!" exclaimed Trenchard, starting, "is he so highly born?" "This letter will inform you," replied Wild, placing a document in his hand. I die happy—quite happy in beholding you. Stay! I'll go myself. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. Return, I implore of you, to your master,—to Mr. .
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