’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. There is a small yewtree west of the church. Darting forward at this sound, Jack threw open the door, and beheld Quilt kneeling over Thames, who'se hands and feet were bound with cords, and about to plunge his sword into his breast.
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