I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—" Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. ‘Imbecile. I won't dig their graves with my nails. A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. But if you mean to take me to this Gérard, I shall know what to say to him. The boy was bright and inquisitive as he was subtle. There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. Some one had once, in his hearing, called him a prig. "Ho, no," replied Jack.
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