"
"Thank God for that!" cried Wood, heartily. He did not spend more time with her. "These are my terms, Sir Rowland," he added, taking a sheet of paper from his
pocket, and pushing it towards the knight. Bring me clothing, I beg of you. "
Thames tried to answer her, but his voice failed him. "
And he pointed significantly to the hand. And thus he was once more free, having effected one of the most wonderful
escapes ever planned or accomplished. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and
when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had
seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts.
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