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I would that you were my own. She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days.
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