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The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. I have only just left Wych Street. “She has never 96 once contacted me. " "You talk boldly," replied Wild. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. "Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made stripling Jack Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad across the shoulders as our friend Figg. Wood. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell.
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