"Release him first—and I will disclose it!" cried Lady Trafford; "on my soul, I will!" "Speak then!" returned Rowland. Give me the chisel, Blueskin. " His attention being thus drawn to the bank, the carpenter beheld three figures, one of whom bore a torch, leap into a wherry of a larger size than the others, which immediately put off from shore. He felt the first sting of the whip. “Let me hasten,” she said, “to reassure you. "Farewell!" cried Jack, embracing them.
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