Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. But I'm resolved to see Lady Trafford. The latch had not fully caught. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. They were those of the Irish watchman. "No bones broken, I hope," said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limped towards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went.
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