" "'No doubt,'" said Wood, who had again turned over the leaves of the sacred volume—', "no doubt this man is a murderer, whom, though he escaped the seas, yet vengeance suffereth not to live'. Drink, and no sustaining food. For a long time he remained standing before the fire, staring at the situation. As he took his departure, he whispered to the Jew: "Take him dead or alive; but if we fail now, and you heard him aright in Seacoal Lane, we are sure of him at his mother's funeral on Sunday. ’ Madame Valade reseated herself, and Gerald set himself to flatter her into relaxation again. "And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a friend o' yours. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. She wondered occasionally why his mind needed so much distraction. " Half an hour later she laid aside the book.
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