But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse. Spurlock halted in his tracks. ‘Very well, then. Why, Nab, you shake as if you'd got an ague?" he added, turning to the Jew, whose teeth chattered audibly. ***** Spurlock possessed that extraordinary condition of the mind which is called New England conscience. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. “Let go!” she gasped at him, a blaze of anger.
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