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She watched them sleep for what seemed hours from the high window until her body grew colder than the stone sill she perched upon. "No bones broken, I hope," said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limped towards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget. " "Before that time you will be captured, if you expose yourself thus," rejoined Thames. “The young women of Jane Austen’s time didn’t get into this sort of scrape! At least—one thinks so. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. ToC Saint Giles's Round-house was an old detached fabric, standing in an angle of Kendrick Yard.
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