” He released her hand and talked in eager undertones against an auditory background of urgency and distress. Unlocking several doors, he came to a dark vault, that would have rivalled the gloomiest cell in Newgate, into which he thrust Thames, and fastened the door. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. ‘It’s a pretty name. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. “My dear Anna,” he answered.
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