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"Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. " With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the child, endeavoured to seize it. It was so arranged that Ruth went on duty after breakfast and remained until noon. Only your pa knew as how I were the one as saw to you at the wet-nurse’s cottage, and he got a-hold of me and made me bring him to you. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. I shouldn't talk like that. Then it was the woman herself who was changed. ‘Parbleu, how you make me talk!’ ‘Your secret is safe with me, I promise you,’ Gerald said reassuringly. I said I’d do anything. "Better than your company, Saint Giles," replied Sheppard; "so, shut the door, and make yourself scarce. She was the first to recover herself. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. The next moment, however, he was picked up, and set upon his feet by a person who, having witnessed the accident, flew across the road to his assistance.
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