‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the
infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’
His answer was in their faces. Just as he had arrived at the mouth
of the drain, and Jack felt certain he must be discovered, a loud shout was raised
from the further end of the field that the fugitive was caught. Michelle stood perplexed. Bit priggish, isn’t it?
And if he only knew it—so absurd. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language,
and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this
companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his
hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of
their discourse.
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