She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. But they been good to me, they have, sir. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for.
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