She
was leaning over him and he smelled her like he had
never smelled anyone before. I cannot tell you
much about it, but my bad times are over for the present. "
So saying, he descended a short spiral staircase, and, entering a long stone
gallery, from which several other passages branched, took one of them, and after
various turnings—for he was familiar with all the intricacies of the prison—
arrived at the cell of which he was in search. At no loss to comprehend that Jack was the individual pointed out by these
outcries, two of the nearest of the group made a dash at him. “It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. So long as she stood beside him, he was
safe.
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