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"Jump!" cried Ben, in a voice of thunder. "I forgive him his disobedience. The arrested women were herded in a passage of the Panton Street Police-station that opened upon a cell too unclean for occupation, and most of them spent the night standing. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. " "Conduct me to your dwelling, Sir, without further delay," said Trenchard, sternly,—"to the boy. Think better of it. "Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. .
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