‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. Perhaps Ramage was the more astonished. "My name is Kneebone," added the portly personage, stepping forward. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. Easy enough to look as if one rides away. I didn’t betray you, I swear I didn’t.
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