To perdition with them all. "Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've got one of 'em!" "Come along," cried Jack. Wood. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. When any violent outrage was committed,—and such matters were of daily, sometimes hourly, occurrence,—a bell, the rope of which descended into the hall, brought the whole of the turnkeys to their assistance.
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