‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. Here, turnkey. "What a very remarkable thing it is," he observed, applying to his snuff-box, "that Thames Darrell, whom we all supposed dead,"—Kneebone in his heart sincerely wished he had been so,—"should turn out to be alive after all. There was a black fear in his heart. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. ’ ‘Pah! Am I a fool? Have you not this moment past said how he did not?’ Agitation sent her to her feet. Sir Rowland witnessed these proceedings like one stupified. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. They then took off their boots, and crept stealthily up stairs, treading upon the point of their toes so cautiously, that not a board creaked beneath their weight. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had.
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