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The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. Michelle had begged her to do it. " "That I'll engage not to do. ” He said. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. You may well say it's impossible! His Majesty's jail of Newgate is admirably guarded, I must say.
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