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Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. “But I am at singing-pitch. ” And thus it was that as Ann Veronica neared the gates of home, she said to herself: “I’ll have it out with him somehow. " "Run along, then. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. " "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. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones.

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