I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. For heaven’s sake, give him some Madeira or something, Gerald! Anything to calm him down. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. A married man!—the kind I've never been able to lure down there! But keep your temper in check. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. He found a coach at the door, with the blinds carefully drawn up, and ascertained from a tall, ill-looking, though tawdrily-dressed fellow, who held his horse by the bridle, and whom he addressed as Quilt Arnold, that the two boys were safe inside, in the custody of Abraham Mendez, the dwarfish Jew. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the boy who wore his hair like Russell. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands.
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