The Black Arrow

Dick, blowing out his lamp, led the way upstairs and along the corridor. The rope had been made fast to the frame of an exceedingly heavy and ancient bed. Joan stood by, but as the rope lengthened and still Dick continued to pay it out, extreme fear began to conquer her resolution. 'Is it so deep? I may not say it. I should infallibly fall, good Dick.' It was just at the delicate moment of the operations that she spoke. "How can I swim the moat without you? Do you desert me then?'

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