Wood the carpenter. They ought to put a lamp. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. But Jack speedily burst it open with the iron bar. " "I am," replied Jack, without hesitation; for he felt assured from the man's manner that he might confide in him. "I advised him not to trouble you farther about Jack Sheppard," answered the supposed janizary. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson.
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