Cursing under his breath, Gerald moved swiftly across and dragged her away. "Well—well," grumbled Jonathan, "I suppose I must be content. He would have to probe further. I am quite sure though that they did not mean to be rude. You know, I’ve done no work at all this afternoon. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. Wrap yourself in my cloak, and keep it. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. Let him not bear the weight of my punishment.
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