CHAPTER XXX. Call her Miss Pellissier, eh? I tell you she’s my wife, and I’ve got the certificate in my pocket. We can love on a snow cornice, we can love over a pail of whitewash. In vain Wood protested his innocence. I should as soon think of trusting a woman. " "So you think," muttered Jack, between his ground teeth. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. She was no longer a confederate in that.
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