But I see now. A dissipated, loose-living man. “I wish he had,” she said. " "Take it back yourself," retorted Jack, sullenly. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" he cried, shouting after the Irishman, who took to his heels as soon as he found his murderous attempt unsuccessful; "you may run, but you'll not get out of my reach. 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. She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. Two shots were fired at him by Jonathan; one of which passed through his hat, and the other through the fleshy part of his arm; but he made good his retreat. He slapped his knee. Sheppard, smiling through her tears.
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