"Don't harm him," said Jack, carelessly: "he dares not do it. You must tell me what it all means. \" He perked up, ready to make conversation. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, it was evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and the carpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with a thrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutes before his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered. And so sudden and well-directed was the assault, that he completely overthrew his gigantic antagonist. She held out both her hands. With a drawn cutlass in one hand and a cocked pistol in the other, Blueskin rushed up stairs.
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