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ToC Jack Sheppard, after whistling to Blueskin, hurried down a short thoroughfare leading from Wych Street to the back of Saint Clement's Church, where he found Thames Darrell, who advanced to meet him. He had been reading Belfort Bax, and declared himself a convert. Old London Bridge. The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. Wood, contemptuously. He knocked on the doorframe.
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