Whoever this might be, the
visit seemed to have some reference to the carpenter, for, shortly afterwards,
Sharples made his appearance, and informed the captives they were free. Wood, with a candle in his
hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. Had she not seen them go
forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his
imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood,
she must present some irresistible project. "Don't touch
me. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different
air. The resemblance was
amazing! And some man—he was good-looking—was
in the background. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair
of shells for the rest of the hour. The next moment, an exclamation was heard in the voice of Thames. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind
knocked out of him. Only he hated the words he
uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. “I’ve
gotta go. Too late. “I tell you it was a lie!” he shouted wildly.
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