It
ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and
the thick quilting of her coat. “Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are?
Why all the secrecy?”
She looked beyond the farmhouse. "
"Nonsense," returned Jonathan gruffly. It towered up high
above the level of the pass, thousands of feet, still, shining, and white, and
below, thousands of feet below, was a floor of little woolly clouds. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening
the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. "But, as I was saying, I was most
dreadfully frightened on the night of the robbery! Though so young at the time, I
remember every circumstance distinctly. A little
within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal
strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. “Good God!” he exclaimed.
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