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She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. "And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. Sheppard let fall her basket. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. ’ ‘Oh, she is English?’ repeated Alderley, interest perking up. "Stop him!" shouted Jonathan from the stair-head, "stop him! It's Jack Sheppard!" "Give way!" cried Jack fiercely. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. It was a different world. He had hurt her.
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