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Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. ’ ‘What young lady?’ demanded a voice from the back of the hall. My sister was scarcely likely to make a mistake. " "Ay—ay," laughed Jonathan. " With this, he drew the spike from his pocket; and, drowning the sound of the operation by whistling, singing, shuffling, and other noises, contrived, in a few minutes, to liberate his companion from the handcuffs. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. "Lean on me," said Jack. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance.
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