There was a maiden aunt who lived in the North who
might let her live there for a few weeks until she
disappeared. “What can you do?” she asked. Fly! fly!"
"Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. "
"And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly
apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. Giles's round-house, and if, through the agency of that treacherous scoundrel,
Terry O'Flaherty, whom I've put in my Black List, old Wood should have found
his way there, and have been detained by Sharpies as I directed, you may release
him. The girl was flushed with excitement, bright-eyed, and braced for a struggle;
her aunt had never seen her looking so fine or so pretty. She looked about and discovered a door partially hidden by shadow.
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