Shotbolt, who had in some degree recovered from the effects of his previous mortification, was thrown into an ecstacy of delight, and could not sufficiently exult over the prisoner. \"Thanks for coming. Jack's recapture was speedily made known to all the officers of the jail, and the Lodge was instantly crowded. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. You have never known what it is to want food, raiment, shelter. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude.
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