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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. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. But the father, to go his way forever alone! The iron in the man!—the iron in this child of his! Wanting a little love, a caress now and then. Unless he deserts the girl, he won't be so hard to find as formerly. I swore to hang you two years ago, but I deferred my purpose. Here was one that subtly mocked her. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of effecting an escape must be by the roof. It has been proved.
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