" Ruth brushed her eyes with one hand and with the other signed for the spinster to stop. " "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. They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground.
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