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Chapter XVI
THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN
Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. "
At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks,
and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. “You’re. And the fences are down for good. "It is past," said Jack, placing his finger on the trigger. What's-your-name?"
"Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them;
and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to
reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out
of his course. Ann Veronica blushed. Give me
the chisel, Blueskin. Get it off your soul. ”
“Would you let me go on studying for a time?”
“If you order patience. My trouble is with your sister.
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