" "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. A wrathful God was watching him. He had become an extremely handsome man, his hair having darkened and his shoulders having realized their full size. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. ‘You won’t get a thing out of her. That blow made me a thief.
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