"I advised him not to trouble you farther about Jack Sheppard," answered the
supposed janizary. The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest
apparel. Cowering
in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck
of what she had been. It was wonderful. "His life—or
yours?"
"No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. Half an hour's labour, during which he was obliged more than once to pause to
regain breath, sufficed to make a hole wide enough to allow a passage for his
arm up to the elbow. "Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another
piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper. It is very sweet of
you to have waited for me. . . "
"We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object
of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building. “If I had three hands,” she said, with a faint smile, “I would give one to each of
you. Her fingers closed
upon it instinctively. "
"That child may be the means of saving me," muttered the stranger, as if struck
by a new idea: "I shall gain time by the expedient.
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