The
boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin' above, she'll be
swamped to a sartainty below. "Write as follows," continued Jack. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn
object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. "A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of
inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily
blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but
by no means contemptible reputation of his own. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his
breast.
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