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"It is never too late. Kneebone," she added, drawing up her magnificent figure to its full height, and making the heavy cudgel whistle through the air, "look to yourself. Of this man Kneebone resolved to go in pursuit; and leaving Jack in charge of the constable, he proceeded to the small inn,—which bore then, as it bears now, the name of the Six Bells,—where, summoning the hostler, his steed was instantly brought him, and, springing on its back, he rode away at full speed. She hated being angry, the uselessness of it all, the frustration. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to her feet. And a time will come, Veronica, mark my words, a time will come when you will bless me for my firmness to-night. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. “Silly!” he remarked after a pause.
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