"Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. " "No more of this," rejoined Thames, "or we shall quarrel. ’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. I'm always agreeable to the women, bless their kind hearts! Now! slip the purse into my hand. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and carried pearls in his pocket. " "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. "The plot's out!" cried Jack. . “He sees through it all.
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