Again having recourse to the centre-bit,—for Winifred's door was locked,—Jack had nearly cut out a panel, when a sudden outcry was raised in the carpenter's chamber. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. “It’s not. "I am here, you see," said the smith. Gerald’s chest tightened.
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