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XII JACK SHEPPARD A Romance BY W. ” “Don’t imperil my reputation before I am established,” she answered, smiling. ” He made his voice very low and full, and looked closely into her face. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. I was curious about that. " "How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. “Will you come this way,” she said, “into the drawing-room? There is no one there just now. “I thought you were coming right across the Park. Dim souls flitted about her, not only speaking but it would seem even thinking in undertones. "I shall want a bottle or two of sack, and a flask of usquebaugh. ‘Now let’s have it.
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