"Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. "She is in his power, and I am here, chained hand and foot, unable to assist her. Hers were less noble, yet stately. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. Cautiously stepping outside, he looked up towards the terrace. He heard the struggle on the landing, the fall of the heavy body, the groan,—and excited almost to frenzy by his fears, he succeeded in forcing open the door. She could manage the major. Little did I imagine at the time that it was my own father to whom he referred.
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