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“I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. ’ He glanced about and saw his quarry holding court at one end of the vast mirrored chamber. ‘Nevertheless, he will neither help me, nor will I seek his help. ’ ‘Get going, then,’ Trodger told his men. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May 1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it from being totally dark. But the wench who tricked me shall bitterly repent it.
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