Too much blood has been shed already. No, you don’t!” Ennison had moved stealthily a little nearer to him, and looked suddenly into the dark muzzle of the revolver. Still silence everywhere. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days.
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