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“Wild
horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me
out. . ’
‘Gad, there is someone there,’ exclaimed Hilary beside him, shading his eyes
with one hand. He had adroitly captured her and led her away from her other
guests on the pretext of feigning an interest in her charitable attitude to the newly
arrived French. “Indeed, no,” he answered. This, then, was
the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek!
Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a
church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. "I must see him to-night. Wood, at Dollis Hill
—"
"Let me have one," said a carpenter, who was passing by at the moment,—"Mr. "
"Thieves!" exclaimed Mrs.
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