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Sheppard," replied Winifred, advancing. “If one half of the stories about Meysey Hill are true,” he answered, “I would not stretch out my little finger to save his life. “—but this cannot be. ’ ‘But she must have known I’d longed to hear of you. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the neighbouring hill. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. ‘Now I see that you are mad indeed.
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