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”
He coughed gently. "
Sir Rowland bit his lips to repress the answer that rose to them. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure,
toppled over the ledge, and sank. ”
“Fine. The door crashed back against the wall inside and both men hurtled into the
room, weapons at the ready—and stopped dead. She felt herself getting into a corner. "Can you pull him through?" was the anxious question. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards
was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. And so,
the invasion really is to take place after all; and the Chevalier de Saint George is
to land at the Tower with fifty thousand Frenchmen; and the Hanoverian
usurper's to be beheaded; and Doctor Sacheverel's to be made a bishop, and
we're all to be—eh?"
"All in good time," returned Kneebone, putting his finger to his lips; "don't let
your imagination run away with you, my charmer. She put
back her hood in a determined way. Immediately beneath her lay
Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the
metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey
church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees.
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