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Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed by Winifred, took her seat at the table. Mike was drinking a cup of black coffee. 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. "Follow me, Thames," cried Jack, dropping into the chasm. You can come back for these, for you’ll carry him to the gatehouse, that’s what you’ll do. You'll find the benefit of it by and by. I'll dispose of the brat. “Get me some brandy and my bag. " "Well, Jack," said Jonathan, who had looked at him with surprise not unmixed with admiration, "you are a bold and clever fellow, I must allow.
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