Brendon felt his arm seized. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. He was dressed with the utmost care, and he set his feet upon the broad walk as though the action were in some way a condescension. "What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily. Ann Veronica had no answer for a moment. His revelry, however, was put an end at the expiration of the time mentioned by Jonathan, by the entrance of a posse of constables with Quilt Arnold and Abraham Mendez at their head. Jack fell on his knees beside her. Wood with the circumstances, and putting him upon his guard against the possibility of an attack.
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