At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. ” Anna drummed impatiently with her fingers against the arm of her chair. "And what do you suppose we mean to do with you, eh?" "You mean to kill me," replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command. This he accomplished by holding the chain that connected them firmly between his teeth, and squeezing his fingers as closely together as possible, succeeded in drawing his wrists through the manacles. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art. As she raised it, its lower portion fell apart into two baggy crimson masses.
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