" "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. Gag him," he added, pushing Thames rudely toward Quilt Arnold, "and convey him to the boat. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. Weeks hurled past, weeks that turned into months.
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