Poor Ben was not so fortunate. She had to make sure, for the peace of her mind, that this was really the man. But that was all over. Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose. Let us have no more of this humbug. He ventured to the great gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. “I have a letter for you, and no end of messages. Gerald did not know who she was, but he knew who she was not.
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