"No bones broken, I hope," said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limped towards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding. The stoppage had materially lessened the distance between him and his pursuers, who now amounted to more than a hundred persons, many of whom carried lanterns and links. "What has happened?" Ruth asked. The dog approached timidly, his tail going furiously. "His shin may need rubbing. What they do with him afterward is off my ticket, no concern of James Boyle; they can lock him up or let him go. In mailing the tales he had not enclosed return postage or the equivalent in money.
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