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She remained for a few moments standing as though listening to his retreating footsteps. I often wonder why the young always take us ancients for nambypamby creatures. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. "Shoot him! shoot him! Put him out of hish mishery," cried the Jew. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. ‘I can argue with him very well indeed. ‘Well! I hadn’t no notion as he’d got hisself married again. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. It was noon when the caravan reached the tower of the water-clock.
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