"Follow me, Thames," cried Jack, dropping into the chasm. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. One night she apparently fell asleep. I hope we may never find her again. You know you don’t mean it. . Mike answered the door while still toweling his hands dry. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. "Then, by Heaven! you are a dead man!" replied Jack, cocking a pistol, and pointing it deliberately at his head. “Don’t be a hypocrite. Perhaps she was.
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