" "Jack's a noble fellow," exclaimed the head-jailer of Clerkenwell Prison, raising his glass; "and, though he played me a scurvy trick, I'll drink to his speedy deliverance. He smiled at Ruth as she turned away from the bed, smiled with both his mouth and eyes; and she knew that here would be a man of heart as well as of science. " He opened his eyes, to behold hers large with wonder. Mr. “Eight, Cavendish Square. Take care of the old clothesman, and leave the rest to me. ‘Very well, then.
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