"Good gracious! so I do," exclaimed his amiable consort. His condition is not unfavourable, but there may be a relapse at any moment. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. He dashed against the screen door before she could catch him and made the veranda. There was—a service. He had, for the most part, been correct. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill.
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