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don’t have time. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. . “Gods!” cried Ann Veronica, and kept him standing. " And he raised his arm with the intention of executing his purpose, when a ball from Jack's pistol passed through the back of his hand, shattering the limb. ‘Wait! No time for that.
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