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Kneebone, who was on the point of departing. Get the pole out of your ass. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. “No, it was simple. Wasn't the river beautiful under the moonlight?" "We did not leave our cabins. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. On this side a flight of wooden steps, protected by a hand-rail, led to a door opening upon the summit of the prison.
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