The Night-Cellar
XVIII. ”
“And the man stands as the master at the mouth of the den. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note
addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. "
"Here it is," replied Edgeworth Bess. ‘For God’s sake, let go my hand,’ he begged. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality
what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. Some had the dignity and the
aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the
sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny. But you belong to me—and I want you. “My sister and I,” she said slowly, “have seen very little of each other lately. But I wanted to find
out more, partly so I could share it with him. And by monsieur
le baron, of a disposition entirely unforgiving, I do not desire to be recognised in
the least. Sheppard, hastily; "is that the name?"
"Ay, ay, now I look again it is Trenchard. At this time of day the priest would be at
his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which
the building overlooked. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile
across the table at him, “is here.
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