Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. " "With all his cunning, he may meet with his match," continued Kneebone, laughing. And, turning at the touch, he perceived Sheppard's glance fixed meaningly upon him. “It is hard to express one’s self, but I do want to be honest with you. I pity her from the bottom of my heart. This chap's recovery all depends upon the care he receives. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. “Have you got to keep her now?” “To the best of my ability,” said Mr. ” “As sentinel. I have work there. But they would not be denied. Wood bore up with great fortitude against the shock, attended the inquest, delivered his evidence with composure, and gave directions afterwards for the funeral, which took place on the day but one following—Sunday. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account.
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