" And, with the uninjured hand he drew a pistol, which he fired, but without effect, at Jack. But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. "A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured. Vot am I to do vith these young imps, eh?" "What you generally do with your prisoners, Mr. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested.
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