‘Aye, sir. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. "Leave go!" cried Jack, struggling violently, and raising his hand, "or I'll maul you for life. “I’m not gentle. His tone was rough, almost threatening. The struggle had dislodged the white wimple, which was evidently too large for her, and her black hair broke free, whirling like a whiplash about her head as her hands curled into fists, coming up to beat at his chest, her little teeth bared for attack.
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