I know something about
men. But perhaps you don't know; there was nothing in the pockets. 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. "Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney,
"brings me nearer my mother. I will be up with my wife and daughter after lunch. At no loss to comprehend that Jack was the individual pointed out by these
outcries, two of the nearest of the group made a dash at him. Aunt and niece regarded each other silently. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about
everything since I was sent to this prison. Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night.
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