’ ‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently as much as you please. Give him this letter, child, and bid him take it to the Lodge at Newgate without loss of time. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. I’ll mention it. But only inside, you understand, that one cannot see it. ‘You are Mrs Ibstock, I think,’ she said eagerly. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. "Not before it's needed," returned Jack, aloud; adding in a whisper, "get upon my shoulders, Thames. They said no more for a moment, and each was now acutely aware of the other. She pulled him down by his lapels and arched her head readily towards his neck.
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