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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www. ToC Sir Rowland, meantime, paced his chamber with a quick and agitated step. I came to see you on my own account. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. " "Instantly, Sir," replied Austin; "instantly. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. Wild's busy. "He will be murdered!—Help!" "My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. "From that door," continued the thief-taker, pointing to the gloomy portal of the prison opposite which they were standing, "the condemned are taken to Tyburn.
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