It was a sort of cooking-room, with an
immense fire-place flanked by a couple of cauldrons, and was called Jack
Ketch's Kitchen, because the quarters of persons executed for treason were there
boiled by the hangman in oil, pitch, and tar, before they were affixed on the city
gates, or on London Bridge. Me, you may have. You'll find me at supper. "
"I'd rather lie here for ever, than be indebted to you for my freedom," returned
Thames. It was not a difficult affair. She could tell that he probably
wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the
opportunity. They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a
brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that
goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. She began to miss him when he was gone during
the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with
her. “I can
teach them so many things! Music, Latin, mathematics!
Please do not take my Anna and Fritz away!” It was of
no use. Thames sprang to his feet, and half drew his sword, while Wood, removing his
spectacles to assure himself that his eyes did not deceive him, exclaimed in a
tone and with a look that betrayed the extremity of surprise—"Jack Sheppard!"
"Jack Sheppard!" echoed the maid. No matter. I am guilty practically of the
impertinence of coming to ask you whether I misunderstood your sister. Nothing else so quickly establishes the condition of comradeship as the sharing
of a laughable incident. “Idiotic, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. She could feel her face turning beet red.
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