"
"Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Shotbolt, the head turnkey of Clerkenwell Prison, and Mr. Wood, "because he
found him in the river!—ha! ha!"
"Ha! ha!" echoed Smith, taking another bumper of brandy; "he'll set the Thames
on fire one of these days, I'll warrant him!"
"That's more than you'll ever do, you drunken fool!" growled Jackson, in an
under tone: "be cautious, or you'll spoil all!"
"Suppose we send for a bowl of punch," said Kneebone. Wait,
though. "But—sapperment!—I wish they hadn't broken
my pipe. "Here's the door. ’
Both Valade and the granddaughter gazed at him blankly. ”
“But I AM anxious,” said Mr. "
"I do remember it, Sir," replied Mrs. ’
‘Did no one know, then?’
‘No, for the vicomte, we learned later, wrote to General Lord Charvill in
pursuit of his sister. There was enough contra-light to
render her ethereal. She began to
weep in long, aching sobs.
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