" "Where are the assassins?" cried Sheppard. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. “Really,” she said. Even in her painting smock and with her disarranged hair, the likeness between the two girls was marvellous. "With the help of his comrade, Jack Sheppard, the young rascal made a bold push to get out of the round-house, where my janizaries had lodged him, and would have succeeded too, if, by good luck,—for the devil never deserts so useful an agent as I am, Sir Rowland,—I hadn't arrived in time to prevent him. Some of your sex, I mean. You won't often see white folks. I’m not mad that he has eyes for you instead of me, not mad at all. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give below. All these circumstances,—slight in themselves, but powerful in their effect,—touched the heart of the widowed carpenter, and added to his depression. You are queerly educated; and it strikes me that your father had some definite purpose in thus educating you.
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