"Back!" cried Jack fiercely: "lay a finger on her, and I will fell you to the ground. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. But I do not need that Gérard attend. " "Jack's a noble fellow," exclaimed the head-jailer of Clerkenwell Prison, raising his glass; "and, though he played me a scurvy trick, I'll drink to his speedy deliverance. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees.
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