Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. I’ve thought that out, and you must make up your mind to it. "Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. There was a third lady among the younger set. ‘Aye, sir.
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