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Amid the confusion, Shotbolt sprang to his feet, and levelling a pistol at Jack's head, commanded him to surrender; but, before any reply could be made, the jailer's arm was struck up by Blueskin, who, throwing himself upon him, dragged him to the ground. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. You shall swing for this after next sessions, or my name's not Jonathan Wild. " "Would you like to have me come in and talk?" How tender that sounded!—talk! "If you want to. ‘Yes, I thought you’d say that.
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