Ousted from his old retreat, the Cross Shovels,
Baptist Kettleby opened another tavern, conducted upon the same plan as the
former, which he denominated the Seven Cities of Refuge. There was a flash and a loud report. He was going to tell me something—
and he shut up. “And children must we women bear—
“Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself
in her unwilling brain. “What of her? Have you quarrelled with her?”
The girl shook her head. If he escapes at all, it must
be before our faces. At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far
when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. After a series of mental gymnastics—occupying the space of a few seconds—it
came to him with a shock that here was a new specimen of the species. She touched bow to strings, playing a fifth. Sheppard staggered forward.
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