From the first there had always been between her and
her listeners that electrical sympathy which only a certain order of genius seems
able to create. “I am sick of it. But never
would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. Sheppard," cried the thief-taker, as he slipped a pair of
handcuffs over Jack's wrists, "for the help you have given us in capturing your
son. ‘Poor things. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for
your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. You tell me he didn't like the stuff. I must apologize, I
suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you
were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of
comment to the passers-by. And this
clear-visioned child had comprehended that only half the rogues were really ill. “Yes,” she said, “that is what we ought to do.
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