A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly. “I must repeat,” Sir John said, “that I much regret disturbing you at such an unseemly hour. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage.
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