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"For what?"
"I had the paper with me. ‘Moi,
je vais vous tuer!’
‘I don’t think so,’ Gerald said through his teeth. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is
killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. The last Meeting between Jack Sheppard and his Mother 419
XXIV. She visited the corner that had been her own
little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed
into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered
that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she
had been wont to read her secret letters. Mr. Be this
as it may, Jonathan remained the victor; and shortly afterwards,—at the price of
a third of his estate, it was whispered,—he procured Trenchard's liberation from
confinement. Shortly afterwards, he re-appeared with the information that the captive was safe
below; and giving the necessary directions to his crew, before many minutes had
elapsed, the Zeeslang spread her canvass to the first breeze of morning.
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