"Rowland," she rejoined, "you strive in vain to terrify me into compliance with your wishes. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. " "Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. ” She stood up and held her arms toward him. ” “You have no right at all,” she answered. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. His destination was the New Mint. CHAPTER XXI. Her pa was only the smithy.
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