"Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. For a moment she remained silent. She wasn’t well-liked really, I think people were jealous of her. I’ve to collect my sword and hat, and then we must get back to London. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. She awoke and found herself home amid a pile of three bodies, one of which she recognized as a former denizen of the household. If he had got off, they might have hanged me, and welcome. ” He looked at Lucy. I'm entirely at your service.
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