“If I was the world I think I should have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and generally walk over me. He looked the boy over with interest. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him, who won't be sent away. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. “Ass!” he went on, still warming. "I've lost my wager. ‘Stay, Saling!’ The butler halted, looking round enquiringly. On receiving the warning note from the ostler, Jack Sheppard and his companion left Willesden, and taking—as a blind—the direction of Harrow, returned at nightfall by a by-lane to Neasdon, and put up at a little public-house called the Spotted Dog.
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