Sheppard, if you please, Ma'am," interrupted the lad; "I allow nobody to call me Jack. ” She was frightened—his anger always did frighten her—and in her resolve to conceal her fright she carried a queen-like dignity to what she felt even at the time was a preposterous pitch. It’s that father of yours you take after, no question. " "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. Before her was a great Gothic portal. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. . Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. "Back!" he cried fiercely.
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