‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then. To make Ruth pay for it! He wanted to get away, into some immense echoless tract where he could give vent to this wild laughter which tore at his vitals. A faint gleam of returning colour gave her at once a more natural appearance. It might be supposed that these articles, when thrust together into the bag, would have jingled; but these skilful practitioners managed matters so well that no noise was made. Then Mr. Jack Sheppard is now wholly in my hands.
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