That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. These things did not harmonize with his conception of the forthcoming (if unavoidable) interview. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. Giles's round-house on my own responsibility. The noose was at its throat when I called for help. But though the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky person through the aperture into the Red Room. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. Jack Sheppard's Quarrel with Jonathan Wild 254 IV.
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