You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ‘I rather gathered as much,’ said Miss Froxfield, releasing her hands. The three young men exchanged expressive glances. "At the Black Lion in our street," replied Jack, without hesitation. He might not condone it, but the feelings that had prompted it augured well for Melusine’s safety. " The knight staggered as if struck by a mortal wound. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the bench.
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