‘He arst me to find him someone who
might go with you. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get
up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an
insult. ‘Will you let be?’
Instead she grasped his hand tighter. ’
‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what
Pottiswick thought. While Thames modestly expressed a hope that he might not belie the carpenter's
favourable prediction, Jack Sheppard thought fit to mount a small ladder placed
against the wall, and, springing with the agility of an ape upon a sort of frame,
contrived to sustain short spars and blocks of timber, began to search about for a
piece of wood required in the work on which he was engaged. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper
folded round his throat. Never mind.
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