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" "Iss, missis," grinned the black. Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. "Yes, now," rejoined the infuriated dame; "perhaps, I may never have another opportunity. "Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. She fixed her brilliant eyes upon him. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. And then her pace slackened. Don’t take my word for it though. " "Excuse me, Madam," replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and sinking into a chair: "Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared.
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