"Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. Spurling, and her now accepted suitor, resumed their seats. He had put himself before the threshold of damnation; for Ruth was now a vestal in the temple. You cannot arrest yourself. Italians.
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