Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. "I fear not," replied Jack, despondingly. His sword-arm fell useless at his side and she knew herself safe. During the narration Jack's features lighted up, and an expression, which would have been in vain looked for in repose, was instantly caught and depicted by the skilful artist. “I’m next, Mr. I must go somewhere into hiding, a long, long way off.
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