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“See you. As soon as he had gained his feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. I'll try the effect of a jolly stave. Put on that new dress—the one that's all white. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the dark object from the flood. “I thought every one had heard,” said Miss Klegg. Sheppard—becomes entitled to the estates; which eventually—provided he escaped the gallows—would descend to her son. Where the robber may cheer His spirit with beer, And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear! For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles! III.
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