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"Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. ToC During the whole of the next day and night, the poor widow hovered like a ghost about the precincts of the debtors' garrison,—for admission (by the Master's express orders,) was denied her. It was the first—and the last! At this juncture, the handle of the door was tried, and the voice of Mr. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. But let the horses be in readiness. F. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more.
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