“My father’s sisters used once to live in the old manor house. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. A pity, en effet, that she dare not truly desire him to rescue her. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. He drew a little sigh of relief. 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. " "Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily.
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