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The nun on the threshold was of middle age and heavily
built, her back uneven from toil and her hands roughened. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. I
got a rusty bolt cutter. But Bess could
scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on
Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust
herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. They are long gone. She resolved
not to allow him or her hunger detract from the
performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an
evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like
a precious jewel. Even to my own
brother—if I had one—I could not tell everything, and you, although you are so
kind, you are almost a stranger, aren’t you?”
“No, no!” he protested. “Let’s go.
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