“And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. . “You are really a good Samaritan,” she declared. "He's about to cross the river. "Mark me," said Jack, sternly; "I have twice broken out of this prison in spite of all your precautions. ‘And I do understand. Cocking the gun. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand.
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