From time to time the man below would shout, and the boy would let the threads go with the snap of a harpist, only to recover them instantly. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. "Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to free you from the boy. If they are not obvious errors, they are left as in the original. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief.
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