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"First, let me introduce my friends," returned Jack, stepping to the door. You aren’t afraid of thunder,
are you?” He asked. She had,
by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and
her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the
deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of
the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts
defying the elements. They had scarcely gained the adjoining
cellar when Jonathan and the Jew rushed past in the direction of the vault. "If this document is correct," continued Wood, "and I am persuaded it is so,—
you are as unfortunate as wicked. Wood, contemptuously, "he'll never mend till he comes to
Tyburn. Things hung
for a moment in an awkward silence.
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