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“Next door,” said a spectacled young person of seventeen or eighteen, with an impatient indication of the direction. He glanced at Miss Klegg again, and spoke quickly and furtively, with eager eyes on Ann Veronica’s face. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. The wall was of considerable thickness, and built altogether of stone; and the noise he was compelled to make in using the heavy bar, which brought sparks with every splinter he struck off, was so great, that he feared it must be heard by the prisoners on the Debtors' side. He leaned forward to embrace her. It slipped out—as did that “she”.
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