"You lie!" Head down, fists doubled, Spurlock rushed: only to be met with a kick which was intended for the groin but which struck the thigh instead. Behind the Avenue was a little hill, and an iron-fenced path went over the crest of this to a stile under an elm-tree, and forked there, with one branch going back into the Avenue again. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. "That's a good story, lad. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. "I am content," said Jack. Bah! She does not know me very well, and you—not at all. But though she lied about pretty much everything else, she didn’t lie about that. "I might return the question.
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