Gerald had been confident that the boy would not dream of disobeying an order thrown at him by a major of militia, but he guessed Jack might be wondering if he was about to be haled off to prison. "I must see him to-night. Why don’t you just tell me what is going on with you! Why the police questioned you! Why they’re looking for your mother? I’ll understand! Just tell me and I swear to God Lucy I’ll understand. But it is not entirely without hope, for perhaps they may find some succour with Charvill. Without the inclosure were reared several lofty gibbets, with their ghastly burthens. Now do you see his motive?" "I see nothing but your danger," replied his mother, tenderly. “Do you want some of mine?” “Yes. “I have not left this apartment myself. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the Middlesex to the Surrey shore. Look at these walls. I'll turn cracksman, like my father—rob old Wood—he has chests full of money, and I know where they're kept—I'll rob him, and give the swag to you, Poll—I'll—" Jack would have said more; but, losing his balance, he fell to the ground, and, when taken up, he was perfectly insensible. Anyway, I only smoke occasionally.
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