Kneebone," she added,
drawing up her magnificent figure to its full height, and making the heavy
cudgel whistle through the air, "look to yourself. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws
cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to
bodily cleanliness. “Mike, that’s not even
remotely funny. ’
‘A pox on the creature,’ swore Mrs Sindlesham, clenching and unclenching
her stiff fingers. The two friends contrasted strikingly
with each other. "In my opinion," remarked Kneebone, "it doesn't matter how soon society is rid
of two such scoundrels; and if Blueskin dies by the rope, and Jonathan by the
hand of violence, they'll meet the fate they merit.
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