Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. A sinister thought edged in. The Master of the Mint. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone covering it gave resistance. He carried her in his arms up the steps, like a bride on her honeymoon. "Mark me," said Jack, sternly; "I have twice broken out of this prison in spite of all your precautions.
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