’ Melusine took refuge in defiance. His efforts at self-destruction were, however, prevented. “How dared you do yourself this injustice?” “I did it for her sake,” she answered. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a smile crossed them. He has been lodged in every round-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, and boasts that no prison can hold him. It’s a beautiful plant, but a tender one. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed.
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