Amid the confusion, Shotbolt sprang to his feet, and levelling a pistol at Jack's head, commanded him to surrender; but, before any reply could be made, the jailer's arm was struck up by Blueskin, who, throwing himself upon him, dragged him to the ground. It’s well hidden, miss. A nurse came hurrying up. "I do," replied Jack, carelessly. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. Am I quite hidden?" "Not quite;—keep your feet in.
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