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He was walking listlessly along, well-dressed, debonnair, good-looking. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. The girl’s gaze met his in interested
inquiry. He had
abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the stream towards the enemy. He found a coach at the door,
with the blinds carefully drawn up, and ascertained from a tall, ill-looking,
though tawdrily-dressed fellow, who held his horse by the bridle, and whom he
addressed as Quilt Arnold, that the two boys were safe inside, in the custody of
Abraham Mendez, the dwarfish Jew. But he had scarcely advanced a step, when he was felled to the
ground by a blow from the powerful arm of Kneebone, who, instantly possessing
himself of a pistol, levelled it at Jackson's head.
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