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‘
But
in
a
gaol
for
criminals
,
mother
.
On
an
accusation
of
murder
.
’
She
started
at
the
word
,
and
her
looks
expressed
her
natural
horror
.
Yet
she
still
spoke
aloud
,
when
she
demanded
:
—
‘
Who
told
you
so
?
’
‘
A
man
who
was
his
fellow
-
prisoner
.
’
‘
That
man
’
s
antecedents
,
I
suppose
,
were
not
known
to
you
,
before
he
told
you
?
’
‘
No
.
’
‘
Though
the
man
himself
was
?
’
‘
Yes
.
’
‘
My
case
and
Flintwinch
’
s
,
in
respect
of
this
other
man
!
I
dare
say
the
resemblance
is
not
so
exact
,
though
,
as
that
your
informant
became
known
to
you
through
a
letter
from
a
correspondent
with
whom
he
had
deposited
money
?
How
does
that
part
of
the
parallel
stand
?
’
