A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. " "Blessings upon him!" cried Lady Trafford, fervently. She could read that Martin had a crush on her and was perhaps even going to try and challenge John as he was the bold sort. " "Ah. “You were never born,” he declared, “to follow the well worn roads.
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