"Shotbolt! by—" cried Austin, as the captive was dragged forth. ‘But—’ ‘Nothing at all for you to worry your head over,’ said the captain, moving to try and usher her forth. She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. Here he was preparing to leap over the hedge into the fields on the left, when he was intercepted by two horsemen, who, hearing the shouts, rode up and struck at him with the butt-ends of their heavy riding-whips. There you are, the best client’s chair. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss.
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