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" "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. It’s just that I want to say. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to mingle with his own. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. Sheppard, with startling eagerness. But I will go. After a careful search below, he could detect no trace of Blueskin. Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. ‘She’s gone. "He comes!" cried a thousand voices, and the shout ascended to Smithfield, descended to Snow Hill, and told those who were assembled on Holborn Hill that Sheppard had left the prison.
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