Warding off the blows as well as he could with the bar, Jack struck both the horses on the head, and the animals plunged so violently, that they not only prevented their riders from assailing him, but also kept off the hostlers; and, in the confusion that ensued, Jack managed to spring over the fence, and shaped his course across the field in the direction of Sir John Oldcastle's. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. Miss Ellicot pursed her lips and sat a little more upright. You are not a coward David, and you must not talk like one. Sir John waved her back. Do you know this, Sir?" he added, taking a key from his pocket. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites.
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