” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines. It was only a matter of time. " "How do you spell the last name?" He spelt it. ” “If it were all true,” he said doggedly, “it may still be possible. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. He laughs at locks and bolts; and the more carefully you guard your premises from him, the more likely are you to insure an attack.
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