Their colloquy was ended abruptly by the apparition of Miss Klegg at the further door. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. “We have a small studio,” she murmured, “in the Rue de St. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. Casting a hasty glance, as he was about to turn an angle of the wall, at the great gates and upper windows of the prison, and perceiving no symptoms of pursuit, Jack proceeded towards the hovel at a very deliberate pace, carefully assisting his female companion over every obstacle in the road, and bearing her in his arms when, as was more than once the case, she sank from fright and exhaustion. She felt flattered.
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