Then we find out. " "He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. . ’ ‘She behaved like a madwoman,’ Hilary declared roundly. "If I had my old tools with me, we'd soon master this obstacle," he muttered. “I wondered. "Rot, weren't they?" "No. Sheppard, clasping him with a hand that burnt with fever, "I have been ill—dreadfully ill—I believe delirious—I thought I should have died last night—I won't tell you what agony you have caused me—I won't reproach you. At least, I hope so for his sake as well as my own," he added, mentally.
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