Let me see my child, if he is really here?"
"Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but
deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards
her. As usual the substantive sister—Prudence—did all the talking for the pair;
Angelina, the shadow, offered only her submitting nods. Afterward he stole out of the room with the bloodstained
sheet to boast her virginity to his brothers and father,
which only truly mattered because she was beautiful, her
mother had said. "You are the son of Sir
Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. " Then he
became merciful. "Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made stripling Jack
Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad
across the shoulders as our friend Figg. He left his companion in the midst of a glowing eulogy
of Bastien Leparge, and boldly intercepted his hostess as she moved from one
group to join another. The fellow
swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold,
and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. His face was half hidden under a
freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. "The Captain's
in such a desperate hurry, that there's no time for love-making. While the strife
raged between the principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied
in stemming the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they
had lashed together, stationary. Smith, he'll
swing after next Old Bailey sessions. ‘We?’
Gerald smiled. Gerald’s judgement was borne out a
moment later.
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