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Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. "Very well. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. Then she shrugged. There was no reason why she shouldn’t be his restrained and dignified friend. " "Not unless your skull's bullet-proof," cried a voice at his elbow; and, as the words were uttered, a pistol was snapped at his head, which,—fortunately or unfortunately, as the reader pleases,—only burnt the priming. "What would my poor mother say to it?" "I was sorry to see that about your mother, Jack," observed Hogarth.
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