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The other individual, who was a
little in advance, was concealed from the stranger's view. Then he
relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. Briefly explained, she was as the child who
discards the rag baby for the living one. The coconut plantation covered the west side. “I wondered. He
felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little
creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest
fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the
separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. "
"He is alive," replied Jack, "I have seen him, and might have conversed with him
if I had chosen. I can’t. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning
a secret from the entire neighborhood. That is, if Spurlock had been
throwing money about, which was more than likely. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the
fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her
fingers were trembling in his. It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. She slipped it calmly into her pocket. She had
even confided to him how lonely it was in the island.
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