Commodore Junk — page 244: what you’re looking at

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UNDER ANOTHER RULE. 937 curtain and peered cautiously through into the dark corridor, to see the heavy figure of the buccaneer’s henchman go slowly along past the patches of dull green light streaming through the openings which occurred some thirty feet apart. “Gone!” said Humphrey, returning quickly. ‘Are you there }” “Yes. I could hear everything.” “ Listen!” said Humphrey, quickly. ‘ You are Mistress Greenheys 1” “ Yes.” ‘¢ And you love Dennis Kelly #” There was silence. “You need not fear me. I know your history,” continued Humphrey. “You are, like myself, a prisoner and in the power of that black-looking lieutenant.” There was a piteous sigh here, and then came with a sob— ‘‘T am a miserable slave, sir.” “Yes, yes, [ know. Then look here, can we not all escape together }” ‘“‘ scape, sir! How?” ‘Through Dinny’s help.” “ He would not give it, sir. It would be impossible. I— I—there! I will speak out, sir—I can bear this horrible life no longer! I have asked him to take me away.” ‘Well, will he not?” ‘‘ He is afraid, sir.” «‘ And yet he loves you ?” “‘ He says so.” “ And you believe it, or you would not run risks by coming here }” “ Risks!” said the woman, with a sigh. “If Mazzard knew I came here he would kill me!” ‘The wretch |” muttered Humphrey. Then aloud, “ Dinny CONnnicGloOol<s as)