She was not squeamish—although the sight
of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but
Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing
mysteries of the sea. He must be a sly fox to get out of the
Mint without my knowledge. S. I sent a message straight. Or mad, just as the
captain had said so many times. Lucy looked at her
reflection with a measure of awe. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. "There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. His patient was distinctly of a
different order of life. How could he have betrayed her
so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead?
Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and
became like a pillar of stone. . Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look
about for some weapon.
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