" "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. Beyond the steps was a pole-chair in readiness. He went on. Gave me a purse, and told me to take both of ’em up to Harwich and put them on a packet for Holland. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, sulky, resolute, and intelligent, a strand of her black hair over one eye and looking more than usually delicate-featured, and more than ever like an obdurate child.
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