” She swept out of the room. “I don’t want you to do it, to go on talking to me. "Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah," said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a bullock.
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