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"Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. McClintock does it; and he knows why. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. He will be hanged—hanged—hanged. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been taken out of the air she breathed. .
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