What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. . “Please search everywhere,” she said. " A deep indignant groan followed. She turned a resolute face southward. " "Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. Sheppard put out her arms mechanically. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. "How long will he be laid up?" "Three or four weeks, if he doesn't peg out during the night.
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