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Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. I don’t want you to be sad. Wood's famous 'prentice?" "What apprentice?" asked the stranger, in surprise. ’ ‘Who is that?’ demanded Lucilla eagerly. ” Lucy’s eyebrows knitted, trying to remember an unfortunate chinless girl running around the school. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. In the circles into which he had been born, the passing on of land was of vital importance.
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