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It was now a quarter past twelve. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to. " "He won't be taking that. How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted. You do not need my compliments. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on. " "You are an angel, I say," continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack would have been like you, if he had lived.
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