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Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. “He seems like such a nice boy. Ireton," cried Jack, in accents of the most urgent entreaty, "before you take me hence, I implore you—if you would further the ends of justice—search this house. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. Do you understand?” “I do not,” he answered. The Master of the Mint IV. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. Everyone will grumble to you confidentially—Miss Ellicot, she’s our swagger young lady, you know—up there, next to Miss White, she will tell you that it is so out of the world here, so far away from everyone one knows. "And now to see the end of it," said Jonathan, shortly afterwards passing through the window.
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