It was a brief solitude, however. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. ‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. "I beg pardon," he said. At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood altered the position of the bundle. Sheppard was unwillingly compelled to listen.
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