Hurt beyond what he could imagine by the selfishness and pride of her forbears, whose fateful disputes had robbed her of the life she should have led, the plucky little devil had taken matters into her own hands. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. ‘I’m following a scent. Not up here, I think.
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