God send the fellow did turn out to be a spy! Beckoning Roding on, Gerald crept down the corridor towards the source of the swishing he had heard. There was only one small grated window in this hold, which admitted but little light. "And the Marchioness is your daughter," added Thames. " "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. But a doll that rolled its eyes and had flaxen hair! Except for the manual labour—there had been natives to fetch and carry—she and Cosette were sisters in loneliness.
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