Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. ” “I suppose all IS well that ends well. Besides, didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better! I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah," said the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared to be loaded with lead, "and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a bullock. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. It was enough. She felt sickeningly empty. Quilt Arnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containing the captive boy was moored. As soon as he was certain he should be disturbed no more, Jack set to work, and with the aid of the file in less than an hour had freed himself from his fetters.
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