" "Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles," said Jack, in a tone of mock authority. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. “Please hurry. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. She’s taken my sword. " "Have you told him so?" she inquired, reproachfully. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son.
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