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"Something worse, I fear," Wood replied. I do not admit the truth of a word which you have said. Catching hold of his chin, he bent back the neck, while with his left hand he pulled out a clasp knife, which he opened with his teeth, and grasping Wild's head with his arm, notwithstanding his resistance, cut deeply into his throat. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. But it was not so ordered. Jack, who had formerly been in the custody of both these gentlemen, gave them a very cordial welcome; apologized for the sorry room he was compelled to receive them in; and when they took leave, insisted on treating them to a double bowl of punch, which they were now discussing with the upper jailer, Mr. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?" "He does," replied Thames.
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