"Thames, I entreat—" "Your wishes are my laws, beloved, girl," replied Kneebone, bowing profoundly. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. Besides, revenge is sweetened by delay; and I indulge too freely in the passion to rob it of any of its zest. To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. I have said your life is in danger, Thames.
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