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"That's it!" cried Wild when Trenchard concluded. That there Frenchie didn’t look any too friendly to me. 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. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Rowland, meantime, alarmed by the voices, snatched a torch from his attendant, and holding it over the side of the wherry, witnessed the incident just described. “Your father is dead too, I believe,” he continued, “and your mother.
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