“I ought to have done anything! “What’s a man for? “Friendship!” He doubled up his fist, and seemed to contemplate thrusting it through the window. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. But the possible attitude of her father she had still to face. Jonathan is in league with Sir Rowland to make away with you. But I'll be more lenient, and content myself with merely chastising you, on condition—" "You may do as you please, master," interrupted Jack, thrusting his hand into his pocket, as if in search of the knife; "but I wouldn't advise you to lay hands on me again. ‘Sergeant Trodger is who I am. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin.
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