He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. He relayed many details of the location and the beautiful rivers of her home, a subject she never tired of. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. On the left there were doors communicating with the King's Bench Ward and the Stone Ward, two large holds on the Master Debtors' side. My motive in coming hither is to serve you, and save your life. "Ay, what's the matter, boy!" reiterated Jackson sternly.
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