" The woollen-draper made no answer, but hastily starting up, bolted the door. And how could I come home—when he locks me in rooms and all that?” “I do wish this wasn’t going on,” said Miss Stanley, after a pause. I keep my finger on the pulse of things. "Ho, no," replied Jack. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. " She laughed; and it was pleasant laughter in his ears.
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