They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. ‘You damned little fool! How dared you steal my sword?’ Her eyes flew open. Once a sick sailor drew three pictures for me and set down every stay and brace and sail—square-rigger, schooner, and sloop. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. On searching the coat, he found, amongst other matters, a mask, a key, and a pocket-book. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them.
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