" "Well, take a chair," rejoined Kneebone. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. "Yes; I speak English. We simply can’t get away. I have neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only him. She rang again with the same result. Figg," replied Jack, smiling; "for, before I'm taken to Tyburn, I mean to borrow a shirt for the occasion from you. I’m not such a bad sort. "However, some one must look after the jail; and they're all gone but me.
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