The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. Wood's boat, impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. The old man was conducted to Jack's cell by the turnkey, who remained near him during their interview. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself. "Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. In fact, it had been anciently the right hand postern under the gate leading towards the city. And so I'll tell you what I did —" And she burst into a laugh that froze Jack's blood in his veins. \"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a large grin on his fat Irish face.
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