. But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. ‘Do you swear it? There’s no knowing if one can believe you. " "Ay, but he will. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. ’ Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither move nor speak.
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