"That I can't say. "No," replied Jonathan, with a brutal laugh. "I beg pardon," he said. She had never before heard the noise of firecrackers, and in the beginning the sputtering racket caused her to wince. It was late before Jonathan ventured to his own house, where he remained up all night, and kept his janizaries and other assistants well armed. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. “Stop!” He ran towards her. 13 Montague Street.
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