He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks— men’s boots. ” Lucy gestured to the Treehouse, which had been roofed and framed.
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