" "You need not," replied Jack, in a tone of the deepest compunction. " "My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter. " So saying, he unlocked the door and strode out of the room. Besides the table close by loaded with books, there was a central table with upright chairs around, covered in a multitude of papers, inks and quills, and assorted unrelated items such as playing cards. It was a long walk she had to undertake, even if she had endured no previous fatigue, but feeble as she was, it was almost more than she could accomplish. I have been stupid and foolish.