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I'm no mollycoddle. If
you owe your confinement to me, you shall owe your liberation to me, also. I should have known at a glance if it was. Yet, stay! There is one thing I wish you to do. It was empty. ’
‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. Unconscious that his movements were watched, Shotbolt, meanwhile, hastened
towards Wych Street. It was the gratification of an immense necessity. Free, there is
nothing left to her but the canal. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view.
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