Ireton; for may I be hanged myself if I don't believe he'll be as good as his word. I didn’t get it, why she put on the innocent act. Her gaze flickered down to his pistol. “You vixen!” said Mr. Wood, who appeared to be collecting her energies for a terrible explosion, "in the hope that they may prove acceptable. “How are you?” He asked, realizing she was unnerved by the very sound of his voice. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue. ” She had no way of retaliating, so she made a decision. He had just arrived from Manchester, whence he had been summoned by that treacherous thief-taker.
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