I'm speaking of virtuous women—of WIVES, Madam. She lay still for a long time, and her mind resumed at a
more tolerable pace. "
"Those terms were a third of my estate," observed Trenchard bitterly. “Anna,” he pleaded, “be
merciful. "
"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. What news. Manning might go on now idealizing her as much as
he liked. Next
instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to
his, the white veil slipping once again. If it came at all, it was
as fleeting as the girl's smile. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me
out of that. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor
will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. Jack
Sheppard is a match for Jonathan Wild, any day. "And now," cried Jack, leaping up, "for an achievement, compared with which
all I have yet done shall be as nothing!"
CHAPTER XVII.
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