And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to
slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. Jack was
caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of
obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. At one
moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. "
"We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. The shouts of indignation—the frightful yells now raised baffle description. Cocked hats and buckled swords spoke
of rank. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. ‘Is he
meeting you here then, my dear?’
‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. When were
you last confessed, Sir Rowland?" he added abruptly.
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