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"Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made some impression on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker,—"spare him! and I will forgive you, will thank you, bless you. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out. And now let's go back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester. “His stipend forbade it,” she said, and seemed to fall into a train of thought. Sir John saw it, and was flattered. "Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack.
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