" "Miscreants!" cried Sheppard, almost driven frantic by the violence of his emotions; "you're all in league with him. Aroused by the sound of the church bells, he resolved, at whatever risk, to attend Divine service. Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. . Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. He was and always would be dramatizing his emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary self. " Here the chapmen set up another boisterous peal.
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