At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. " Taking Jack into a shed behind the workshop the smith in a short time freed him from his fetters. He pulled on his pants, his yellow shirt with the ridiculous horse logo, his brown socks, and shoes. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. “Do you mean, aunt,” she asked, “that my father thought I had gone off—with some man?” “What else COULD he think? Would any one DREAM you would be so mad as to go off alone?” “After—after what had happened the night before?” “Oh, why raise up old scores? If you could see him this morning, his poor face as white as a sheet and all cut about with shaving! He was for coming up by the very first train and looking for you, but I said to him, ‘Wait for the letters,’ and there, sure enough, was yours. “I should make sure that he doesn’t try to drive himself home.
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