She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. Jack now carefully closed the shutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to a candle. "Sir Rowland is murdered!" cried Jack, as soon as he could find a tongue. "A capital instrument for my purpose," thought Jack, shouldering it, "and worth all the trouble I have had in procuring it.
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