A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. “I may be leaving where I am in a few days, so very likely you will be no better off. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. Sudden indignation boiled up in him. Jonathan threw open the street-door. But it's an odd case. " Spurlock lowered his voice.
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