"I tell you what, Mr. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. He well knows that but two lives—those of Thames Darrell and Sir Rowland Trenchard,—stand between you and the vast possessions of the family. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. He then made a sort of running noose, passed it over her body, and taking firmly hold of the bars, prepared to guide her descent. Blueskin, who had evaded me with the papers and the money, is a prisoner here, and will perish on the same gallows as yourself.
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