“I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them. She did not resist him, she could not. Any one less courageous than himself would have abandoned the attempt from a conviction of its utter hopelessness; but, though it might for a moment damp his ardour, it could not deter him. " "Impossible, dear Mrs.
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