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"You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. In a moment they were in the street outside. ” “I don’t think it makes a rap of difference, except for one thing. "Jack," said the other, sternly; "don't provoke me further, or I'll give you a thrashing. "You've charged with assisting your comrade, Jack Sheppard, to purloin certain articles of value from a jewel-case belonging to Lady Trafford. Earles answered, glibly. ‘It had better not be, by God,’ had barked Captain Hilary Roding. "Stop thief!" clamoured the rabble behind.
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