‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. "Be silent," said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper. Hoped you'd not be retaken. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one voice in protest, the other dominant. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs.
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