“Call me Annabel. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. "But never mind who, or what I am. What happened at Dollis Hill. As soon as he was certain he should be disturbed no more, Jack set to work, and with the aid of the file in less than an hour had freed himself from his fetters. They had got all this down already—they heard the substance of it now for the fourteenth time. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “It’s either now or never,” she said to herself.
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