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I went at last when I had barely a shilling in my purse to a dramatic agent. " "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. And I have no more the pistol. She felt like a dried-up old woman. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. In addition to his customary arms, Jonathan carried a bludgeon with a large heavy knob, suspended from his wrist by a loop; a favourite weapon, which he always took with him on dangerous expeditions, and which, if any information had been requisite, would have told Sheppard that the present was one of them.
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