As Jack appeared to be sinking fast, his fetters were removed, his own clothes were returned to him, and he was allowed a mattress and a scanty supply of bed-linen. His French is better than mine, so he knew exactly what he was handling. I don't care how lonesome it is. Trodger laid down their muskets and turned on them. We must wash out those stains up stairs, and burn the cloth. He shall expiate his offences on the gibbet.
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