”
“It was an inspiration—your speaking to him?”
“I felt impudent. The watcher's intake of
breath was sibilant. It did not matter in the least what name the young fellow
was travelling under; all James Boyle O'Higgins wanted was the letter H. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss
Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon
and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. G'night,
kids. This way, Sir
Rowland. "
"And never should again, were he mine," rejoined Jonathan. Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them
with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the
first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and
weltering in his blood.
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