But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. “Now, there, there. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. ” Then she looked up at him with frightened eyes. Russell burned like a beacon, but Capes illuminated by darting flashes and threw light, even if it was but momentary light, into a hundred corners that Russell left steadfastly in the shade.
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