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"Then--take a pull at this 'ere," said he, and thrust a flat

bottle into my hand The fiery spirit burned e revived

"Better?"

"Much better," I answered, returning the bottle, "and I thank

you--"

"Don't go for to thankthe

cork into the bottle with a blow of his fist, "you thank that

young feller as once done as e is good and dark, up yonder--lay low

a bit, and leave these damned Runners to me" I obeyed without

and

swearing as though engaged in a desperate encounter; and, turning

in the shadow of the hedge, I saw hiesticulating excitedly, he set off, running

--down the lane

And so I, once more, turned my face London-wards

The blood still flowed fro often