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"Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. John’s
father brought down a violin from a high closet shelf. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. She was acquiring truths, but in a
series of shocks rather than by the process of analysis. ‘En effet, it is for this that I
was enquiring of this man if he has pen and paper. You observe that I am, as usual, fairly
cheerful, and moderately amiable. ’
‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at
her betrothed. You might trust me
with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. Fell to sin, did Martha. I can’t help it. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large
scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it
was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an
interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. Then he could hear Hilary breathing beside him, and from outside
the muted twittering of birds.
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