Vexation at his folly in suffering himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. At length, at the end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs. A shout was heard at a little distance, and, the next moment, a person rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head. She went down, feeling rather than seeing the way. "Get from under it, Jack!" vociferated Thames. Like a hare closely pressed, Jack attempted to double, but the device only brought him nearer his foes, who were crossing the field in every direction, and rending the air with their shouts. She pulled him towards the bed. It was very much like a real house, with one central stalagmite that looked like a column and a waterfall that served when she wanted to bathe.
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