"My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. "Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can keep me. ’ Trodger had started towards the stairs, signing to his men to get behind the lady. I wouldn't allow you to be honest even if you could be so,—which I doubt. It is no problem. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone. But, not daring to confess his want of comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired.
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