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Ralph's land was just on the other side of the Street, and the shepherds on the
downs used to see of nights a dead-and- gone Rooksby, Sir Peter that was, ride
upon it past the quarry with his head under his arm. I don't think I believed in him,
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 came to ...
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, too — or 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.
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