John moved closer to her, getting up from his roost by one bench, he joined her at the bench where she sat. ” She stopped with an air of interrogation. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. One don't often get sich a vindfal as the Markis——" "Or such a customer as Mr. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. Warding off the blows as well as he could with the bar, Jack struck both the horses on the head, and the animals plunged so violently, that they not only prevented their riders from assailing him, but also kept off the hostlers; and, in the confusion that ensued, Jack managed to spring over the fence, and shaped his course across the field in the direction of Sir John Oldcastle's.
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