"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. ‘Quite mad, nuns are. . ‘C’est ridicule. Doctors constantly admonished and offered weak consolation that most would have been hurt much worse from the type of fall he took. Her heartbeat raced, her limbs turned to water, and it was only by a miracle and the strength of the arms that held her that she remained standing on her feet. He munched his popcorn steadily, periodically offering it to her, but not his Coke, as that would be too bold, a saliva exchange. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. Easy enough. Some rustic hand had written upon the door "JACK SHEPPARD'S CAGE;" and upon the wall was affixed a large placard describing his person, and offering a reward for his capture. He was wrapped in a laced roquelaure, which he threw off on his entrance into the room.
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