"Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. . I saw someone in there whom I have always hoped that I should never meet again. This was not exactly what the woollen-draper desired. " "Then I owe my life to her?" "Positively. " "Off!" she exclaimed, breaking from his embrace with a scream. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. Thames Street was wholly impassable. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again.
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