F. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned to the waves. He went on munching his water-chestnuts, and stared at the skyline. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar. So says your capitaine. ” He leaned back in his chair as though wearied. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town.
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