Wood, leaping from the bed. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. ‘Oh, ah. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining
fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the
boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic
situation and planning a course of action. At no loss to comprehend that Jack was the individual pointed out by these
outcries, two of the nearest of the group made a dash at him. On the other a wretched engraving of the Chevalier de Saint George, or, as he
was styled in the label attached to the portrait, James the Third, raised a
suspicion that the inmate of the house was not altogether free from some tincture
of Jacobitism. "In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. All the linen was new and stamped with the mark of
Whiteaway, Laidlaw & Co. "
"As many as you please," replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece,
and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail. Still—” Then, with incredible and obviously deliberate stupidity,
and a voice as flat as her own, he asked, “Who is the man?”
Her spirit raged within her at the dumbness, the paralysis that had fallen upon
her. The thought allured him, and therein lay the danger. We’ll
find a way to survive.
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