"
So saying, he descended a short spiral staircase, and, entering a long stone
gallery, from which several other passages branched, took one of them, and after
various turnings—for he was familiar with all the intricacies of the prison—
arrived at the cell of which he was in search. ’
‘You would speak of the house?’
‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it,
she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she
and me and Joan Pottiswick. She ought to be
softened and tender and confidential at this phase of her life. He appeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole
motive of his visit, curiosity. His hand shook so violently that
he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not
stoop. ”
He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the
ground floor. He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. But she was not there. "Hush!" she said. He wished he had the time to solve this riddle,
for it was a riddle, and four-square besides. I have not found the secret
way into the house, for instance. .
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