Ireton and Langley had returned from a second unsuccessful search; Marvel had come thither to bid good-night to Mrs. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. He rolled on top of her, pinning her with his arms and forming a tented cage. Seventeen hours, sixteen hours.
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