"Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. Dunstable’s contributions to the conversation were entirely in the form of nods; whenever Alderman Dunstable praised or blamed she nodded twice or thrice, according to the requirements of his emphasis. " "Be it so," replied Jack, putting up his blade. " "'Zounds!" cried the executioner, in astonishment. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself. " "And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan.
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