During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. In a little while he and she were talking quite easily and agreeably. I might add that in any case I should not touch Sir John’s. That there gatekeeper would’ve called them out again. The spectacle seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to the actors engaged in it. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. Get on, do. This is retribution. This time they would call it murder.
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