“There ought to be a Censorship of Books. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—" Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. He reached for her and she stroked his head soothingly as his mother had done a few times when he had suffered bad fevers. Jack's recapture was speedily made known to all the officers of the jail, and the Lodge was instantly crowded.
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