” Capes watched the limpid water dripping from his oar. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. "Devil!" cried the widow, catching his arm, and gazing with frantic eagerness in his face, "how many years will you give my son before you execute your terrible threat?" "NINE!" answered Jonathan sternly. ” “Well?” “Sir John came to me—that you know—and you can guess what I told him. If hopeless love for her made me a robber, it has also saved me many a crime. Wood," urged Jack.
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