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One swift glance about the room, and a sensation of grim foreboding swept through him. ’ ‘No, sister, I know that, but—’ ‘You needn’t tell me. There was a long silence between them. ‘I assure you it was mutual. . Wood, I forget nothing. As for himself, there had never been a touch of it. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. Capes. " This frankness rather subdued Spurlock. Instead had come this storm, this shouting, this weeping, this confusion of threats and irrelevant appeals.
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