" "Lord bless us!" ejaculated Wood, "how shocking! No, I did not know that. I have no right to love you. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. Jack Sheppard is to me what Thames Darrell is to you—an object of hatred. With this view, he hurried to the spot where he had left the post-chaise, and found it drawn up at the road-side, the postilion dismounted, and in charge of a couple of farming-men.
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