CHAPTER VIII. Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam of compassion in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance,—"Mercy! mercy!" "Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. Instantly I knew that I was going to run away that night before he returned from the neighbouring island. In the first place, Mrs. Business exists for such interruptions. She was standing there, smiling at the audience as at her friends. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it.
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