” “By God!” said Manning, making the most of the word, “I suppose it’s fate. "I'll now pay the debt I owe you," cried Jack, tightening his grip till the thieftaker blackened in the face. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Jack now carefully closed the shutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to a candle.
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