” “How are the Becks doing? Are they okay?” He smiled. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. Both carried packages of books and magazines. Thames sprang to his feet, and half drew his sword, while Wood, removing his spectacles to assure himself that his eyes did not deceive him, exclaimed in a tone and with a look that betrayed the extremity of surprise—"Jack Sheppard!" "Jack Sheppard!" echoed the maid. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered.
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