I don’t
see that men need bank it with the women. And, if ever I'm brought to the
gallows, I shall lay my death at her door. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old
Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob
him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—"
Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and,
when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. “All right?” asked the man with the light eyelashes, suddenly appearing in the
doorway. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and
bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach,
rag-like. You will observe
that a coronet is embroidered on it. And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one
who calls himself Valade—stole it.
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