Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper. ” “I know,” said Manning, nodding gravely. " "Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black.
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