"Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. But, alas! she was beautiful—and beauty is a crime not to be forgiven by a jealous woman. " "I wish I could, Joan," returned the carpenter, sadly. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. Sailors would leave them at the trader's.
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