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Time wore on somewhat slowly with the
prisoner, who had to control his impatience in the best way he could; but as the
shades of evening were darkening, the door was unlocked, and Mr. "
"I never doubted the latter point, I assure you, Madam," observed Mrs. Treasure caves to
explore!
All through these trying days she had recurrently wondered what this strange
young man would have to say that Dickens and Hugo had not already said. Wood started to
his feet. She no more realizes
what she has done than a child of eight. He was not addicted to
monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a
universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was
one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!”
The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and
carried pearls in his pocket. It was eleven o'clock. But these fears, like those he had recently experienced, speedily vanished, and
he prepared to return to the roof, congratulating himself that owing to the
opportune falling of the bricks, he had in all probability escaped serious injury. "
"Waste not another word with him, Thames," cried Jack.
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