Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. "Where am I?" she cried, passing her hand across her brow. "Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. But never mind that. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. ” “Impudent beggars,” Sydney growled. ’ ‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. " "Curse you!" cried Jack, furiously,—"curse you!—curse you!" "Swear away, Captain," rejoined Blueskin, coolly.
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