“I’m d——d if I understand this,” he said thoughtfully. Wild has done his
business. Better they should
find the so-called Valade. But I
waited in vain. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a
broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his
battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to
bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy
overboard than of lighting his pipe. He stopped short with a little exclamation of
surprise. And here's the proof. But once I started, Forever
Fifteen seemed to fly out of me like a bat out of
Hell, virtually writing itself.
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