CHAPTER III. He may die. Then he looked across at Mrs Sindlesham. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. \" \"It's okay. “No,” she said, under her breath, “you can’t face it. “I know. As soon as he was certain he should be disturbed no more, Jack set to work, and with the aid of the file in less than an hour had freed himself from his fetters.
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