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The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. Wood will protect you," urged Mrs. There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. "What is he gone there for?" "With a message to the turnkey to look after his prisoner," replied Wild, with a cunning smile.
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