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Giles's round-house. "Boat there!" cried a voice, which Mr. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. “Let’s go. "Where's Thames?" he hastily inquired. To get behind that impenetrable curtain, to learn why she hated her island. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. ’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her. But this was a vicomte’s sister.
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