By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw that the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of their quest. " "Do not talk thus, dear mother," returned Jack, gazing anxiously at her pale countenance, "or I shall not be able to quit you. ‘Whereas my need was very great indeed. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of you. She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now.
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