The quarry had passed out into the open sea. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not to say heaviness. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. He might be unfortunate, but he would scarcely be a fool. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of the pier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were pierced.
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