" Thames Darrell was, indeed, a youth of whom a person of far greater worldly consequence than the worthy carpenter might have been justly proud. "Let us sit here," she said, indicating the white sand bordering the lagoon; "and in a minute or two you will see something quite wonderful. “Promise me that you’ll never tell another living soul, John. Before he forced an entrance, Jack tried it, and, to his great surprise and delight, found it unfastened. Shotbolt, the head turnkey of Clerkenwell Prison, and Mr. You understand me, I’m sure. Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she found herself.
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