Plote was sleeping or deaf. He stood still, almost breathless. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. He ventured to the great gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. ‘If he had, he’d have found the sword, see. “There’s another instinct, too,” he went on, “in a state of suppression, unless I’m very much mistaken; a child-expelling instinct.
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