"Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. Wood; "I'll not bear it. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. The arrival of the cart at the end of Field Lane, appeared the signal for an attempt at rescue. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. But it doesn’t alter the situation.
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