“Because you used to be my friend, Lucy, and now I don’t get to see you anymore unless I can get into your house. They heard his footsteps descending the stone staircase, growing fainter and fainter. "Where are you going?" she asked. The blow had brought him back to the realm of sober thought. This was some satisfaction to the poor fellow, who was dreadfully frightened, as indeed he might well be, it being the opinion of the jailers and others who afterwards examined the place, that Jack had accomplished, single-handed, in a few hours, and, as far as it could be ascertained, with imperfect implements, what it would have taken half a dozen men several days, provided with proper tools, to effect. The slim knife was wrested from her grasp, and she was flung backwards, towards the bookcases. Her voice shook, her eyes were very soft and melting.
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