‘But what is it that amuses you, Jacques?’ Kimble’s grin spread wider. She went to a writing-desk and made some memoranda on a sheet of note-paper, and then remembered that she had no address as yet to which letters could be sent. She recalled that she had heard nothing that first time when Gerald and the captain had burst in upon her. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside.
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