"The poor young man!" she said. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture. There were swift actions, too: a Kanaka crawled out upon the bowsprit to make taut a slack stay, while two others with pulley-blocks swarmed aloft. “Ah!” said Ramage, impressively. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. Anna jumped into a waiting hansom.
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