It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. “There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. She moaned as she touched him. " While making these remarks, Blueskin contrived, by means of a chisel which he chanced to have about him, to lift up the board, and, introducing his fingers beneath it, with Jack's assistance speedily opened it altogether, disclosing a dark hole, into which he leapt. “Me and my bright ideas. " And, committing Thames to the care of the watchman, he darted after the fugitive. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. The latch came with a weak click.
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