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John. He squinted and a disgusted look came over him. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. White looked mysteriously about the room as though to be sure that no one was listening. It towered up high above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped.
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