He used his utmost efforts to liberate Jack from Langley, but closely pressed on all sides, he was not able to render any effectual assistance. His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. By this time, the churchyard was crowded with spectators, some of whom dispersed in different directions in quest of the other robber. You poor man, what have you been doing to yourself?” “Nothing except travelling all night,” he answered.
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