While this was going
on, Jack suddenly made a movement which attracted the turnkey's attention; and
during that interval the old man slipped some articles wrapped in a handkerchief
into Bess's hands, who instantly secreted them in her bosom. "
"We waste time with this fellow," interposed Sir Cecil, "and may lose the object
of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building. It isn’t
illusions—for us. ' But, gentlemen,
though they talked so largely, and looked so fiercely, they did not do it; they did
not hang the bailiffs; and where are they?"
"Ay, where are they?" echoed the company with indignant derision. Her eyes were insane
with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning
to heal from her long sojourn underground. There were seven tales in all—short stories—a method of expression quite
strange to her, after the immense canvases of Dickens and Hugo.
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