“And aren’t there fees to pay at the Imperial College?” her aunt was saying—a disagreeable question. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. She guessed Jack was having trouble finding the right piece of carving. Darrell stood erect in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the moment which should deliver him into their power. But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?” “I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica. Half an hour afterwards the body of Jack was carefully examined. ‘Poor things. "We'll see," returned the thief-taker. "It's a mysterious transaction altogether.
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