Conceiving the opportunity too favourable to be lost, Jack sprang suddenly over the hedge, and before the man, who was floundering on the ground with one foot in the stirrup, could extricate himself from his embarrassing position, secured his pistols, which he drew from the holsters, and held them to his head. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. What passed between them I cannot think—I dare not.
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