"Wretch!" cried Jack. ’ Fire enveloped Charvill’s mind and he brought up his cane, pointed like a musket. "For the sake of the girl. Spurling," rejoined Ireton; "we can taste the rum when he returns. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct.
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