He was no match for Brendon. He hated himself a little for it. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. "She is here," cried Jack, darting forward. "My child!" he groaned faintly. "I half suspect this is a highwayman," thought the Jew; "he's so ready with his cash. He paced faster, stomping around. The stranger started at the touch, and spoke. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer.
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