‘And what is it you’re
to rescue her from, I should like to know. ’
Hilary stared. "As yet," pursued the stranger, "Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his son's
expenditure. CHAPTER I. She glanced towards her sister, and
curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather
sombre mirth. It’s the
feinting tricks you have to watch for. What has become of the other?"
"Why, surely you don't mean Jack Sheppard?" cried the woollen-draper in
surprise. She was
dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old
embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair
flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of
silver. It was the largest room in the house, which was why it had been given over to
the main business of the convent as a house of God. Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. The unequal battle went on.
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