He began to think of speeches, very firm, explicit speeches, he would make. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad. A brief calm succeeded. I'll lay my life he's gone. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side.
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