He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. Wood fancied he recognised. ” “All these things,” he muttered bitterly, “this desperate resolve to take your life into your own hands, your unnatural craving for independence, would never trouble you for a moment—if you really cared. A ball from Wild's pistol passed through his heart, and a volley of musketry poured from the guards lodged several balls in the yet breathing body of his leader. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. " "Devil!" muttered Jack, again grasping his pistol. A few minutes later Sir John left the room.
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