Saint Giles's Round-house
XIII. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. It
came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly
fantastic sort of dream. For
the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and
walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less
crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. "Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. "Two hundred pounds!" exclaimed Ireton, "besides the governor's offer—that's
three hundred. His wife met him at the door, and into
her hands he delivered his little charge. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees,
now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ’
‘Why the devil should you be interested, I should like to know?’ rejoined
Roding. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. ”
“But I can’t help but notice from your bookshelf that
you read all sorts of horror and science fiction. "Let it pass.
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