’ ‘Pray don’t,’ begged Mrs Sindlesham, one eye on the general’s embattled features. Having seen his mistress safe down, Jack instantly descended, leaving the best part of his clothes, as a memorial of his flight, to the jailor. But when she spoke her lips quivered, and they came. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber. There was a hint of tears in her voice.
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