"A hundred pounds!" exclaimed Shotbolt. "
Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again
set forward. Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly lifted
eyebrows. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. The sergeant had not
seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one
strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about
the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. "
"What?" he barked. She was very excited. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept
a cup of water at her hands. Tell me. Like
a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of
heavier mould. Further on, there was a small chandler's shop, where Jack observed an old
woman seated at the counter, attended by a little girl. ’
‘As far as I know it, ma’am. That's the way it goes.
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