And how comes his cloak on this knave's shoulders?"
"It is his cloak, of a surety," returned Rowland "Harkye, sirrah," continued he,
haughtily interrogating Wood; "where is the person from whom you received
this mantle?"
"Throttling a man isn't the way to make him answer questions," replied the
carpenter, doggedly. Always I have said I will take
care of myself, and I have done so. "I'll tell you," replied Jack, with forced calmness. “Annabel,” she said slowly, “if I fight this thing out myself, can I trust you that it
will not be a vain sacrifice? After what you have said it is useless for us to play
with words. But she did not speak. He looked at his port wine as though
that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. ‘I wish you joy of the wench.
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