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"Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. "Take her," cried Jonathan; and, flinging the now inanimate body of the poor widow, who had fainted in the struggle, into the arms of Thames, he leapt through the window, and by the time the latter could consign her to Wood, and dart after him, he had disappeared. He had seldom been more perturbed. “Wow, congratulations, Martin. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own," he added, mentally. She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed. “He fell over at my feet,” she continued. He could neither stifle nor deaden that.
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