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"Only the dog," replied the rough tones of a man. “Lucy! Where is my daughter? Where have you. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. He had now reached what was called the Lower Leads,—a flat, covering a part of the prison contiguous to the gateway, and surrounded on all sides by walls about fourteen feet high. ” He said, his voice tinged with worry. That’s who you ought to go and see, miss. You were wide the mark, physically; otherwise you had him pat.
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