"By Heaven!" cried Darrell, "it is the poor fellow whom I placed in such jeopardy a short time ago. “I remember it very well indeed. "He acts queerly, too. But he tells them that I am a spy. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. ” “I don’t know who you are,” Ennison said quietly, “but you are a thundering liar. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free.
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