" "Very well, Sir," replied Sheppard. " "May be," returned the man gravely. Ray Plote would not leave a written explanation. It was precisely two o'clock on the morning of Whit-monday, the 25th of May 1724, when the remarkable escape before detailed was completed: and, though it wanted full two hours to daybreak, the glimmer of a waning moon prevented it from being totally dark. " "I'd give half I'm worth to hang the villain, and restore this boy to his rights," said Mr. ” “Not exactly,” he answered nervously. Sheppard, pressing her hand to her temples. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. I somehow understood. “I’ve gotta go. " "Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. The dress of the dwarfish Jew was not, however, favourable to this expedient. Meanwhile, Mr.
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