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"Master Thames Ditt—what's his blessed name?—has honesty written in his handsome phiz; but as to his companion, Jack Sheppard, I think you call him, he's a born and bred thief. . " Winifred was going to say "No," but she checked herself; and, with cheeks mantling with blushes, murmured, "I wish you wouldn't tease me about Jack Sheppard. He has a heart that is easily broken. But they’ve just been to see General Charvill. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. “My heart, my dove, I only want to heal you. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger. ” He turned upon her almost fiercely. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. "Done!" cried Shotbolt.
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