He heard the panting of the donkey-engine, then the slithering of the anchor chains. Lucy felt her heart splinter in her breast. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. That was supposed to be Madame Valade. Jack could hardly be accounted good-looking: Thames, on the contrary, was one of the handsomest boys possible. ‘He destroyed the papers?’ ‘That’s right,’ Roding said, throwing her a glance of frowning surprise, as if he had not rated her intelligence so high.
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