He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse. ‘Cajolery? This is not your style. Wood's anxiety respecting the fugitive was speedily relieved by hearing another waterman busy himself in preparation for starting; and, shortly after, the dip of a second pair of oars sounded upon the river. Sheppard's weight had destroyed the equilibrium of the plank: it swerved, and slowly descended. His heart hammered in his chest. "You're a bold fellow, Jack," rejoined the blacksmith. But oh, how weary I am! I know. ‘Gérard is not mad, only of a disposition entirely interfering. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far.
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