"I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. ‘Please to sit, monsieur. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. She forbade him to escape to his workshop in the basement during those times, denying him his one and only hobby. Wood and Thames taking their places on either side of it, and Jack at a little distance behind.
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