The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. "That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future," observed Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet. She said she hoped she had not distressed him by the course she had felt obliged to take, and he told her not to be a fool. I don't want her hurt. Bodies! Bodies! Horrible things! We are souls. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant.
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