Jack may be capable of much that is wicked, but he would never lift his hand against his friend,—of that I am assured. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. Jonathan aimed a blow at him, which, if it had taken place, must have instantly terminated the strife; but, avoiding this, he sprang at the thief-taker, and grappled with him. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. . This accident rather confirms than checks my purpose.
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