Voting wouldn’t do no ‘arm to ‘er. She bound a scarf tightly round the place where the blood seemed to
be coming from. "And who taught it you—the landlord, Joe Hind?"
"No; one Blueskin, a fellow who frequents the Lion," answered Jack, with a
degree of candour that astonished his master nearly as much as his confidence. "How do I know you are a friend?" asked Darrell. "
"Do you think so?" replied Kneebone, taking it off, and placing it on her finger,
which he took the opportunity of kissing at the same time; "wear it for my sake. Perhaps the day of her
recompense was at hand. "
"He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. "We work together no more. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss
Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea.
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