"He will kill me," cried Thames. There he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and
beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on
the gibbet. Upon a
table, where they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an enormous fan;
the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and death of Actæon. It presented a cleanshaven face with a large Corinthian nose, hair tremendously waving off the
forehead and more chin and neck than is good for a man. "To shoot you
would be to lose the reward. "
"Impossible!" cried Jonathan. The black, meantime, began to ply his hammer, and speedily unriveted the
chains.
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