Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. " "Could I credit your wild story, I might do so," returned Thames, with a look of perplexity. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. unless a copyright notice is included. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. ‘You make a game with me, I think.
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