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‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. She swallowed hard. The windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's Church. She had fallen into it naturally, the only expression of the dance she had ever seen or known, and that a stolen sweet. ‘I have justice. But you must get him into the chair as fast as you can, and hurry off to Newgate. ’ ‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm.
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