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"My son! my dear, dear son!" returned Mrs. "The poor things!" The manager laughed. Once they were below, McClintock turned upon the doctor. The soil was identical, the climate; still, they would not bear the Olympian fruit, with its purple-lined jacket and its snow-white pulp. "There! off with you!" whispered Mrs. "I can't," answered Blueskin. The mob pursued the thief-taker and his party all the way, and such missiles as could be collected were hurled at them. His breakfast despatched, which he ate with a wolfish appetite, he walked over to Newgate, chuckling as he went at the consternation which his appearance would create amongst the turnkeys.
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