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“It was perhaps my fault. ’ ‘Oh, a ruin,’ exclaimed Mrs Sindlesham, throwing up a hand. " But he searched in vain. Give me the chisel, Blueskin. Between the Jew and the attendant came Jack Sheppard; while a crowd of servants, attracted by the news, that the investigation of a robbery was going forward, lingered at the doorway in hopes of catching something of the proceedings. It was horrible, but she must do it. She looked away.
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