"And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?"
"Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a
desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the
Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. ’
Mrs Sindlesham abruptly sat up straighter in her chair. 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. “He means nothing!” She whispered loudly. “Yes, I remember,” she said. Abruptly she got out of bed, smoothed her sheet
and straightened her pillow and lay down, and fell almost instantly asleep. “I am the most foolish of men. It was Blueskin.
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