"
"Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it
used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. Jackson?" said Wood,
significantly. ”
He fell back in his chair with an expression of tremendous desolation. A few words passed between him and the thief-taker as the latter came
up; after which, all the party—with the exception of Quilt, who was left on shore
—embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed
swiftly along the stream—for the tide was in its favour—by a couple of
watermen. Then he entered her passionately, riding her
with exquisite precision. ’
Grasping the lantern, and heedless now of the discomforts of the passage,
Melusine flew like the wind back towards the library, the vision of Jack
Kimble’s white face driving her on. “What you have done.
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