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Manning as they talked. What's-your-name?"
"Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. "
"There's but one way of clearing it, your worship," said the Master, archly. She
tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter. “You’ll have to take her!” shouted an inspector on horseback, and she echoed
his cry: “You’ll have to take me!” They seized upon her and lifted her, and she
screamed. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. More than ever Sir John was
glad that he had sat down. So strongly was he impressed with this idea, that grasping the iron bar with both
hands, he dashed it furiously against the door, making the passage echo with the
blows. His cigar burnt out
between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. Solomon Smith received something
very like a rebuff. ‘Precisely,’ agreed Gerald. ’
The lady sighed and spread her hands. She slipped out the window, jumping to the ground
from the second story with very little sound. And with his clenched hand he struck him a
violent blow in the face.
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