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Wood became sensible that he was not
alone. Let’s go on climbing now. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the
bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing
the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our
situation. "
"You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey. “I suppose, Mr. Kneebone," observed
Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape,
and hopes to accomplish it to-night. "I have killed her," exclaimed Jack, dropping the bar,—"by your advice,
Thames. He came down
the shop looking for her quite obviously, and took up a position on the other side
against a mirror in which he was able to regard her steadfastly. It was bad luck to go to
Canongate. "
"Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning.
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