"He is gone!" cried Mrs. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. " "Where—where?" cried Thames. And do you, Jack, attend to your work, and mind you don't get into further mischief. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. "Past noon," replied Blueskin.
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