The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. ’ ‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching her stiff fingers. ‘You are mad, if you think he will give you a sou. Yet she held her tongue. " "Never fear," replied Jack. It's fortunate we've no more Jack Sheppards, or I should stand but a poor chance.
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