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"Be still, and you'll receive no injury," returned Jackson. Winds returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not bloom. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. Wood, contemptuously. The arm about her was steel hard, and she felt the weapon that was placed at her heart, which thumped uncomfortably in her chest. She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. Martin's on Ludgate-hill, and Christchurch in Newgate Street, were also distinguishable. Figg," replied Jack, smiling; "for, before I'm taken to Tyburn, I mean to borrow a shirt for the occasion from you.

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