"Take the prisoners below, Nab," said Jonathan, addressing the dwarfish Jew; "I'll join you in an instant. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. "Leave me alone with him a moment," said Jonathan. Without her, it was lonely. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper.
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