58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. Why would militia be infesting the place? And he must by now be aware of my interest. You've betrayed yourself, Thames. Clearly dazed, he stared, whispering an oath. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. He took his seat at the table, but leaned forward to address her. "Jack is just gone back to the Condemned Hold. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. But sadly, at Lullingstone we are too far off the coast to be of use.
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