He was still thickly clad in jeans. Father and daughter regarded each other warily, each more than a little insecure with the other. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Michelle, I truly don’t. 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. \"Bye, Michelle.
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