" "Wood's daughter, I suppose?" observed the other. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. The fates are never so kind to me. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. "At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed. But I am sick of tearing up letters and hopeless of getting what I have to say better said. This is simply a chapter of coincidences.
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