A FAMILIAR TOKEN
CHAPTER XX. ON GUARD
CHAPTER XXI. DOWN IN DORSETSHIRE
CHAPTER XXII. ARCH-TRAITOR WITHIN, ARCH-PLOTTER WITHOUT
CHAPTER XXIII. "ANSWER ME, IF THIS BE DONE?"
CHAPTER XXIV. "I AM WEARY OF MY PART"
CHAPTER XXV. A DANGEROUS ALLIANCE
CHAPTER XXVI. MOVE THE FIRST
CHAPTER XXVII. WEAVE THE WARP, AND WEAVE THE WOOF
CHAPTER XXVIII. PREPARING THE GROUND
CHAPTER XXIX. AT WATCH
CHAPTER XXX. FOUND WANTING
CHAPTER XXXI. "A WORTHLESS WOMAN, MERE COLD CLAY"
CHAPTER XXXII. A MEETING AND AN EXPLANATION
CHAPTER XXXIII. "TREASON HAS DONE HIS WORST"
CHAPTER XXXIV. CAUGHT IN THE TOILS
CHAPTER XXXV. LARKSPUR TO THE RESCUE!
CHAPTER XXXVI. ON THE TRACK
CHAPTER XXXVII. "O, ABOVE MEASURE FALSE!"
CHAPTER XXXVIII. "THY DAY IS COME"
CHAPTER XXXIX. "CONFUSION WORSE THAN DEATH"
CHAPTER XL. "SO SHALL YE REAP"
CHAPTER I.
WARNED IN A DREAM.
Seven-and-twenty years ago, and a bleak evening in March. There are
gas-lamps flaring down in Ratcliff Highway, and the sound of squeaking
fiddles and trampling feet in many public-houses tell of festivity
provided for Jack-along-shore. The emporiums of slop-sellers are
illuminated for the better display of tarpaulin coats and hats, so
stiff of build that they look like so many sea-faring suicides, pendent
from the low ceilings.
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