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The horse stood , drooping its head , and the man turned in his saddle . “
Runners , " he shouted , “ Bow Street runners ! Come along , come along , boys !
We'll roast ' em . Runners ! Runners ! ” The sound of heavy horses at a jolting trot
Old Rangsley had been head of the last of the Owlers — the aristocracy of export
smugglers — and Jack had sunk a little in becoming the head of the Old Bourne
Tap importers . But he was hard enough , tyrannical enough , and had nerve ...
He did his best for me ; he borrowed a goodly number of guineas from Rangsley ,
who traveled with a bag of them at his saddle - bow , ready to pay his men their
seven shillings a head for the run . Ralph remembered , tooor I remembered for ...
He turned his head round towards me , his hand extended , a smile upon his lips
. “ Juan , ” he said , “ let us not quarrel . You are very young ; you cannot
understand these things ; you cannot weigh them ; you have a foolish idea in
your head .
He subsisted a good deal on the charity of people like the Macdonalds , and I
used sometimes to catch sight of him at evenfall listening to Mrs. Macdonald ; he
would be sitting beside her hammock on the veranda , his head very much down
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