In this state, he was laid upon a bench, to sleep off his drunken fit, while his wretched mother, in spite of her passionate supplications and resistance, was, by Blueskin's command, forcibly ejected from the house, and driven out of the Mint. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. His curiosity put itself into a question. When she told him that the natives called her The Dawn Pearl, his delight was unbounded. But his daughter might well have a claim. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. ’ Triumph leapt in Gerald’s chest. Her thoughts were busy with the possibilities of this break in her journey.
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