Doctors constantly admonished and offered weak consolation that most would have been hurt much worse from the type of fall he took. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. "All right," replied Sheppard, with affected indifference. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. "Enough," said the widow, gratefully. "I guess who you mean," rejoined Shotbolt. She resumed her on guard position, and glaring steadily at him, waited again. "Concerning whom?" "Mrs. . Hark ye, Blueskin," continued he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and again secured the door, "a word in your ear.
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