"He will be
murdered!—Help!"
"My child!—my love!" cried Wood, dragging her forcibly back. "Now Sir," he added, glancing
suspiciously at the applicant "your business?"
"My business is to acquaint you that Jack Sheppard has escaped, Mr. How plainly he could see the patch of garden in the
summer sunshine and the white hollyhocks nodding above the picket fence!
*****
Ruth sat waiting for the half hour, subconsciously. She had gladly lowered her eyes as she had been
instructed to in front of the fine ladies and lords, as she
was more interested in their clothing and fripperies than
their faces. ‘I have not asked for this trouble from anyone. ‘By the by, get Trodger to send up one of our best men, will you? Someone
discreet. E. "
"And I will, if I can, depend upon it," answered Sheppard, with a laugh. ‘You think
my father would not have married Suzanne if he had known? Me, I do not agree. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve
him!—is still living. To-morrow night
—or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure
him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and,
then, what so easy as to knock him on the head.
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