Sheppard, disregarding the taunt, "come away. ‘You
see, it is that I am a female, and you all are men. Who is she, I say?”
“My sister!” Annabel faltered. “How crude you are, Anna!” she exclaimed with a little sigh. The comparisons upon which
she could draw were few and confusingly new, mixed with reality and the loose
artistic conceptions of heroes in fiction. "From Jonathan Wild's confidential servant what could be
expected but treachery?"
With this, he proceeded to dress himself in Quilt Arnold's clothes, pulled the wig
over his face and eyes so as completely to conceal his features, slouched the hat
over his brows, drew the huge boots above his knees, and muffled himself up in
the best way he could. You can’t go. Come back with me to-night. "
"Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some
highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. That can be very useful, that. Oh, Jack!
repent, while it is yet time, of your evil conduct. “Very,” and cracked a walnut appreciatively. .
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