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Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. Certainly I cannot kill you if you tell me to do so. In vain did the woollendraper offer to set him free if he would restore the stolen article, or give up his associate, to whom it was supposed he might have handed it. But threats and entreaties—even promises were ineffectual; and the unlucky captive, after exhausting his powers of persuasion, was compelled to give up the point. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps. God only knows what I have done, or left undone. “That doesn’t touch the question I asked you,” she said. “Well, I have said what I had to say, stumblingly and badly, and baldly. It has. ” The three men, who had arrived within a minute or two of one another, received her little speech in dead silence.
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