She dropped a flower—it’s in my pocket-book now. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. Then the bridge had arched gateways, bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with the heads of traitors. "You needn't gag me," he added, "I'll not cry out.
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