Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. And now, a fair exchange, Sir. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. "We shall see. " "This I do know," continued Jack,—"Jonathan Wild superintends the attack. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests.
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