" "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. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. "I've done nothing to offend you," persisted Jack. Stanley lost patience.
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