" "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. Perhaps the boys had already faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. I was being stupid. He was standing at the moment close to the hatch, with his ear at the keyhole, and received a severe blow in the face. “He fell over at my feet,” she continued. “I can’t endure it,” she said. What about them?” He called a hansom. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust.
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