” He stared at a little eddy. "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. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge. Her heart thudded. She spoke slowly.
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