They did not care— servant or master, it meant nothing. That is why I ask you. It was a moment or two before Gerald, opening his eyes on the girl’s astounded expression, recollected himself sufficiently to pull out of the extraordinary impact she’d had on him. The Press Room, to which Blueskin was conveyed on his arrival at the jail, was a small square chamber, walled and paved with stone. ’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. He then looked around him with some curiosity; and, as the thief-taker was occupied in giving directions to his attendant in an undertone, ample leisure was allowed him for investigation. Too much, perhaps. Nobody who cared.
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