God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard. Men are always doing it, and if you set up to be a man—” “No, it’s absolutely out of the question, Mr. gutenberg. Without an idea where he was going, Jack pursued his way through the fields; and, as he proceeded, the numbness of his limbs in some degree wore off, and his confidence returned. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now.
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