“My dear child,” he said, “with me you need have no apprehension. ” She suddenly caught hold of his shoulders and drew him down towards her. I'm a slave to my word. . 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). You speak as one injured—as though I had been the one to take your name—as though you had been the one to make sacrifices. CHAPTER XXIII. ' Jack Sheppard's library consisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes abstracted from the tremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime —the Ordinaries of Newgate. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks.
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