" "Jack!" cried Thames, in indignant surprise. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. She fled. He had no wish to go foraging in Spurlock's trunk. Gerald’s breath caught. I consented.
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