Before any assistance could be rendered by the jailers, who stood astounded, Blueskin had got Wild in his clutches. "Heaven has decreed it otherwise," replied the knight, dejectedly. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you. Here was an instrument which might be of the greatest service to him in accomplishing his design.
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