“Is your husband here to-night?” he asked. "Arrest!" "Jigger closed!" shouted a hoarse voice in reply. Which, let me assure you, villain, will not be so far away. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him.
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