Stanley went on, “but there are things— there are stories about Ramage. ‘It is what my father intended. She brought the cups of cocoa back to the bedroom. What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. Hanging about! And they start thinking and asking questions, and begin to be neither one thing nor the other. ‘Because he knows you for an imposter,’ Melusine flashed. Suspicion was in his face. 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. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour.
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