Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. ” “Thanks to me,” he repeated, puzzled. For me that is all over and done with. ‘That is the man who tries to kill me, but he wounded instead my servant. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. ‘I was not born to this.
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