. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. ‘I am fascinated. "Some dreadful deed is about to be committed, which I may perhaps prevent," muttered Jack to himself. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors.
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