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. “Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. " "A young fellow who thinks he's in love, when he has only been reading too much. She moved a little nearer to him. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. She elected to go to prison.

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