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Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. . "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. "I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. Ramage pursed his rather loose lips and shrugged his shoulders, with his eyes fixed steadily upon her. Immeasurable disgust possessed her. He knew not what to say, or what to do; and his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures and furious looks of the ruffians in his immediate vicinity.
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