‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank
you. However, it would only be robbing the hangman of his dues. "
"Here he is!" cried Ireton, as the knocking was heard without. . ”
She raised her eyebrows. ‘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. Before an hour had elapsed, the concourse was fearfully increased. 1703. ’
A derisive snort greeted this passage. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703—
while young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit, he
received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies, which,
at once, destroyed his hopes. “It has all been a
mistake, hasn’t it?”
“No more talking,” the doctor interposed. He was aroused from his slumber, about six o'clock, by the return of Abraham
Mendez, who not choosing to confess that Jack had eluded his vigilance,
contended himself with stating that he had kept watch till daybreak, when he had
carefully searched the field, and, finding no trace of him, had thought it better to
return.
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