He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. She still had her letter of credit. Dieu du ciel, what was it? She turned slowly, listening for the direction of the sound. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. The room they were in was a sort of closet, with the door locked outside; but this was only a moment's obstacle to Jack, who with a chisel forced back the bolt.
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