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She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. " "You know best," replied Jonathan, sneeringly; "but if I were in your place I would take the chance of a future and uncertain risk to avoid a present and certain peril. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—" Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. ” He replied solemnly, looking straight into her eyes. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench. "He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers.
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