’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. There was no need to be afraid for me. ‘You see,’ he pursued blandly, ‘I lead a life of the most intolerable boredom. "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the earliest. Taking a firm grasp of his pistol, Gerald eased back, let go the handle of the door, and at the same instant, swung his booted foot.
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