A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. "Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. ‘We may have to,’ Gerald answered thoughtfully, staring at the window to one side. I hoped for a family like the Becks and I waded through the system until I got them, so maybe life isn’t so damn hopeless after all. Aren't we funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she isn't.
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