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He glanced up at the coachman. Wily little devil she is. " "Well, take a chair," rejoined Kneebone. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. "To Newgate," cried Jonathan, putting his head out of the window. She held out her arms to him and smiled. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance.
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