" "You're not going to betray me!" cried Jack, in alarm. ’ ‘Don’t talk soft,’ begged Martha. Some foul murder has been committed. " O'Higgins laughed. "Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made stripling Jack Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad across the shoulders as our friend Figg. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. ’ As a matter of fact, I am not. I don’t believe in the faults.
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