"Spare him!" cried Mrs, Sheppard, who fancied she had made some impression
on the obdurate breast of the thief-taker,—"spare him! and I will forgive you,
will thank you, bless you. Give this fellow the slip, if you can, Jack. \"I'll have
to call and tell Cathy. Gerald glanced down and saw her dash at a spread of blood on his own hand,
only now realising that her dagger had found its mark. "Do you think we are to
be disturbed in this way? Make less noise, hussies, or I'll turn you out of the
Lodge. "
"So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch
of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his
gallantry,—"so she was. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his
composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical
indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while
that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. One day
she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. ‘She means thanks to you, General,’ Gerald translated automatically, forgetful
of his old commander’s fiery temper.
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