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"I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. "Ireton, as you captured him, the reward is yours. Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. Reconnoitring them through a small grated loophole, he refused to open the door till they had explained their business. "Oh! Jack! Jack!—you little know what a price I've paid for you!" "Well, I'm glad those women are gone," remarked Shotbolt. Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony, in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him, and raised it to his lips. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. Jack! Mon dieu, but he was unarmed. " "That's well. ” “But I’m quite equal to taking care of myself, aunt. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. “What?” He replied. Sheppard snatched back her hand from his grasp, and exerted all her force to repel his advances. The blow had brought him back to the realm of sober thought.
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