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"Oh! Jack! Jack!—you little know what a price I've paid for you!" "Well, I'm glad those women are gone," remarked Shotbolt. I'm sure she'll let me go, though. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. "You'll be as good as your word, my charmer," whispered the executioner. "Long life to the Marquis!" reiterated Terence; "he's an honour to ould Ireland!" "Didn't I tell you how it would be?" remarked Quilt. She used his own gun against him, a method that was occasionally cleaner than slitting throats when she got it right.
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