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"I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay. "A man!" "At your service, my dear," replied the jailer. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. For he come after her, did Mr Charvill. I'll call it my wedding gift.
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