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On the envelope was written— Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. “This isn’t a world for an innocent girl to walk about in. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. He did not explain what had happened to her. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. "Heaven grant I may not be too late!" Followed by Jack Sheppard, who kept sufficiently near him to watch his proceedings, and yet not expose himself, Quilt unlocked one or two doors which he left open, and after winding his way along a gloomy passage, arrived at the door of a vault. For a few minutes all was silent. "Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin. The likelihood is that I shan’t see the wench again.
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