Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so. ‘It could not be
helped, whichever way I made my presence known. While he was considering what would be best to do, the poor maniac, over
whose bewildered brain another change had come, raised her head from under
the straw, and peeping round the room, asked in a low voice, "If they were
gone?"
"Who?" inquired Jack. “This is my way back to my
side of the Park,” she said. ‘I try to be. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called
Monsieur Valade. He was engaged in detesting Manning and himself in
almost equal measure. ‘But tell me this instead. ’
‘Ah, but there’s the little matter of your presence here,’ said Gerald on a note
of apology. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage,
with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large
wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to
receive it.
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