While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard, you'll never mention such a subject again. ’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat.
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