Hearing the noise of the scuffle, the tapstress, fancying it was Jack making an effort to escape, in spite of the remonstrances of the executioner, threw open the wicket. But Jack was too well versed in the geography of the place to attempt either of them. One hour later she had gone back to the mission—without the salt. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. He hugged her when he saw her in the hallway.
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