‘Wait for me. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. "I understand," she said. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. I want to put myself into your hands. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy our shares—long after Thames Darrell is forgotten—ha! ha! A third of your estate I accept. Marvel, then, took two iron weights, each of a hundred pounds, and placed them in the press. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms.
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