She did not see Sebastian turn towards the boy and his family, but every hair on the back of her neck stood up rigidly. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. I've already told you I'm about to take a long journey, and it's more than probable I shall never return. Words of encouragement and sympathy were addressed to Jack, who, as he looked around, beheld many a friendly glance fixed upon him. The latter seemed inclined to advance and address the former; but suddenly changing his mind, he shouted to his companion in tones familiar to the stranger's ear; and, striking spurs into his steed, dashed off at full speed along the Edgeware Road. The next hour makes, or mars you for ever. " "By Jack Sheppard!" exclaimed the thief-taker. "The speedy union of Thames Darrell with Winifred Wood," replied Jack. Wood. ” Brendon reappeared, followed by a tall thin man with a stubbly brown moustache and restless grey eyes. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne.
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