’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation. Daughters were not like sons. " "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. " "Will you be taking a pole-chair?" "If that's the racket. He, next, seized the unlucky jailer, and forced him along, while Blueskin expedited his movements by administering a few kicks behind. "Try!" Enraged at the assurance of his mistress, the woollen-draper endeavoured to carry his threat into execution, but all his efforts to remove her were unavailing. She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him.
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