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Darting to a window looking in that direction, Thames threw it up, and discharged both his pistols, but without effect. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. What a frightened fool he was! If he could not remember her name, it was equally possible that already she had forgotten his. And if you mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your breath. By various twistings and turnings, during all which time his pursuers, who were greatly increased in numbers, kept him in view, he reached Gray's-Inn-lane. “And what was that dreadful confession you had to make?” he was saying. That’s the wonder of it. CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH THE COLLAPSE OF THE PENITENT Part 1 Spring had held back that year until the dawn of May, and then spring and summer came with a rush together. He knew not what to say, or what to do; and his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures and furious looks of the ruffians in his immediate vicinity. “She is marvellously clever,” he said.
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