"In my opinion," remarked Kneebone, "it doesn't matter how soon society is rid
of two such scoundrels; and if Blueskin dies by the rope, and Jonathan by the
hand of violence, they'll meet the fate they merit. But I don’t
think she lays hold of one so. But I can tell you who'll have the pleasure of
hanging your father's son; and that's a person not a hundred miles distant from
you at this moment—ha! ha!"
As he said this, the door was opened, and Charcam entered, accompanied by a
dwarfish, shabby-looking man, in a brown serge frock, with coarse Jewish
features, and a long red beard. Inexplicably there flashed into vision the Chinese wedding procession in the
narrow, twisted streets of the city, that first day: the gorgeous palanquin, the tomtoms, the weird music, the ribald, jeering mob that trailed along behind. Jack was a comical scoundrel, and made a little
too free with his grace's best burgundy, as well as his grace's favourite
housekeeper. "You two will have this island by the ears," he said, wiping his eyes. She decided to leave after Prom.
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