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Fixing a ferocious and exulting look upon Jack Sheppard, he exclaimed. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. “To the young man himself,” he answered, “no! I simply object to his calling here two or three times a week during my absence. What they do with him afterward is off my ticket, no concern of James Boyle; they can lock him up or let him go. It's exactly like a miniature I have in my pocket. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. Stanley.
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