" "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. He turned in at the club. " "He's no such thing!" cried Mrs. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. "What shall we do, Poll?" hesitated Edgeworth Bess. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels.
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