Ennison,” she said. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. So far the thing was acceptable enough. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. Notwithstanding the heat of the season,—which was not, however, found particularly inconvenient in this subterranean region,—a large heaped-up fire blazed ruddily in one corner, and lighted up a circle of as villanous countenances as ever flame shone upon.
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