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If you’ll forgive my saying that, and implying what goes with it. Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. She leaped suddenly at a desperate resolution, and in one moment had made it into a new self. “I’ve broken off my engagement,” she said, in a matter-of-fact tone, and found her heart thumping in her neck. The floor was thickly strewn with sawdust and shavings; and across the room ran a long and wide bench, furnished at one end with a powerful vice; next to which three nails driven into the boards served, it would appear from the lump of unconsumed tallow left in their custody, as a substitute for a candlestick. You need give yourself no more concern about Kneebone. I thought if you were living, and not captured, I should find you here,—and I was right. Not a word had been exchanged between the two boys on the road. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench. "You may," replied Jack: "I'll fight for you to the last gasp.
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