She looked round wildly, as if seeking some source of help, as the boots halted at the front door and the shouting intensified. Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more leisurely. "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. My friend, I am only grieved that you of all others should have been so deceived. Through it all Spurlock maintained a gaiety which deceived them completely.
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