“You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. While this was going on, Jack suddenly made a movement which attracted the turnkey's attention; and during that interval the old man slipped some articles wrapped in a handkerchief into Bess's hands, who instantly secreted them in her bosom. ’ The sword was released to slide back into its scabbard. ’ She tried to shake his hands off her wrists, but Gerald held them fast and tutted at her. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. After repeatedly trying to remove the plate, which was so firmly screwed down that it resisted all his efforts, and vainly attempting to pick it with the spike and nail; he, at length, after half an hour's ineffectual labour, wrenched off the box by means of the iron bar, and the door, as he laughingly expressed it, "became his humble servant. He seemed to be labouring under some great excitement. Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was obstructed by an iron bar. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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