"Your father—poor imbecile!—believes we ran away together. " She had no reason to doubt him. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. She might even forgive him. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. "Ireton, as you captured him, the reward is yours.
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