The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. Not entirely. Securing the chain in the best way he could, Jack then hurried down two pair of stairs, and had nearly reached the lobby, when a door suddenly opened, and two persons appeared, one of whom held a light. She clenched her hands together and leaned forward in her chair, gazing steadily into the fire. Life seemed a very brave and glorious enterprise to Ann Veronica that day. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened.
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