’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. ” Part 3 Her mind got back to the Fadden Ball. "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. But it was not so ordered. ’ Martha frowned. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me.
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