" "Jack's a noble fellow," exclaimed the head-jailer of Clerkenwell Prison, raising his glass; "and, though he played me a scurvy trick, I'll drink to his speedy deliverance. The proposal is so far from being exorbitant, that it should be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling in the cause. " "That's easily said. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. “Of course I mean, who was she?” “I believe that her name was Pellissier,” Ennison answered. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. “They might do you good,” she remarked. He filled her glass with champagne.
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