"No bones broken, I hope," said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limped towards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. Diane did not hear the footsteps on her brick patio or the audible click of the back door lock being compromised. Now, Sir. " "An hour," said Jonathan, looking at his watch,—"remember!" "If you send for me to the Cross Shovels in the Mint, where I'm going with Blueskin, I will surrender myself without resistance," returned Jack.
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