She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. "'Sdeath!" cried Jonathan, staring at the breach in the wall. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. ” She said. " Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumped into the trench and commenced a diligent search. " The head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. " "He may learn how to defeat yours," replied Jack. ” 240 “Then I’ll wait for you. But as Rowland sprang to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a roar like a volley of ordnance was heard aloft, and the wind again burst its bondage.
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