The idea of this sudden reluctance was elusive; the fact was evident but not the reason for it. Even now I do not understand. "Get up, mother," cried Jack; "do not kneel to him. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. Little woman, you have been brave enough before. The momentary alarm over, he threw a piece of-wash leather over a bureau, so as to deaden the sound, and instantly broke it open with a small crowbar.
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