Something about the girl had suggested an
idea. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’
‘Aye, s-sir. She looked
around the apartment for other people. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a
handkerchief. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited
disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. "Here are some more papers, Captain. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted,
and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if
by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both
sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in
such garments as could be most easily slipped on.
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