Shot him, do you hear?” “Good God!” he exclaimed, looking at her curiously. "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. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. "That gown is getting shabby. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. From midnight until morning he was now left alone.
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