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The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts. They were now in a sort of cellar, at one end of which was a door. “Here goes,” he said. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. But I’m always trying to make things happen. As soon as he was certain he should be disturbed no more, Jack set to work, and with the aid of the file in less than an hour had freed himself from his fetters. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive. He was inclined to be a good-natured person, and he had no nervous fears of receiving a snub. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. "He can't escape. “H’m!” he said, regarding the wreckage with a calmer visage. So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect, that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure.
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