Now it occurred to him that to show her the sealed letter would be a better way. "Not a moment is to be lost," cried Jack: "follow me. Why should WE hoard? We aren’t going out presently, like Japanese lanterns in a gale. "Bravo, Poll!" cried Jack, who having again pinioned Shotbolt, was now tracing a few hasty lines on a sheet of paper. She became eager to explain herself, to show herself in the right light. His sword-arm fell useless at his side and she knew herself safe. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit.
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