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"Don't alarm yourself about him, Sir," replied Austin. How Jack Sheppard got rid of his Irons. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all over again when he gets on his feet. At length Jack Sheppard observed:—"The coast's clear.
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