Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. “For Heaven’s sake, Dunster, don’t let her out of the carriage, or hansom, or whatever she came in. They were the same. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. " "Hadn't Jack better go with us?" said Thames. " Thames was about to follow, when he felt a gentle grasp upon his arm. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it. " "If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back window," replied Jonathan.
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