" "I'm not afraid, mother," said the little girl, smelling at the bouquet. "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. Even the chattering monkeys, parrots, and parrakeets departed the fruit groves for the smelly dark of the jungle. ] CHAPTER XI The second call energized her into action. What was his problem, she thought to herself. “We don’t pretend. ‘Espéce de diable,’ she screamed. "I am no murderer," replied Sheppard. "Yes; I speak English. On his appearance, Jack levelled a pistol at his head. He grasped Lucilla’s elbow.
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