"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. No; the future was not so dark; there was a bit of dawn visible. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Though it’s very kind of you. I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing over the means of her freedom.
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