“Thank God,” he exclaimed. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. But I tell you in return, I shall take no pains to hide myself. "It is Sheppard—Jack Sheppard—stop him!" And his shouts were reiterated by the pack of bloodhounds at his heels. I want you to be clear what you’re really and truly up to, anyhow. Cast off this weakness.
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