‘What the devil for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. ” “If you can tear yourself away from this delightful place in five minutes,” she answered, “I think I can get rid of the others. ” “And our destinations also, it seems,” she added, smiling. The thing is to get the patient on his feet. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. Come up stairs, and take a glass of brandy. "Ay, ay," rejoined Sheppard; "he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if he thinks proper,—if you wish it. "And what do you suppose we mean to do with you, eh?" "You mean to kill me," replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command.
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