Darting quickly to the chest that contained the
priest’s vestments, she leapt onto it and reached her arm down to scrabble behind
it on the floor. " "Where
are they?"
"Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and
flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished
the operation. "Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to
free you from the boy. I knew him in
spite of his dress. She was dressed in one of those complicated dresses that are all lace and work
and confused patternings of black and purple and cream about the body, and she
was in many ways a younger feminine version of the same theme as himself.
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