‘Troops?’
‘Go, man,’ urged the major in an undervoice. Wood—and
after him came his daughter. A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on
her cheeks. I did not even know where to write and thank you. ”
“Yes, but you forget; how am I to live?”
“Easily. Sheppard. But I can tell you who'll have the pleasure of
hanging your father's son; and that's a person not a hundred miles distant from
you at this moment—ha! ha!"
As he said this, the door was opened, and Charcam entered, accompanied by a
dwarfish, shabby-looking man, in a brown serge frock, with coarse Jewish
features, and a long red beard. I'm sure he'll do his best
to content you.
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