It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding. You are wedged in amongst a crowd, perhaps in the promenade, you lean over the back, you are almost out of sight. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. His looks were fixed on his old benefactor. Not choosing to hazard so great a fall, Jack turned to examine the building, to see whether any more favourable point of descent presented itself, but could discover nothing but steep walls, without a single available projection. "Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you! have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a moment ago!" "Silence, Blueskin!" interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind the ruffian. It was John Diedermayer, who had been transformed into a young scholar with a large pair of wire-rimmed eyeglasses on. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. "She is here," cried Jack, darting forward.
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