Not a word was uttered by the assemblage; but a hush of expectation
reigned throughout. "My friends need not fear my return. . ’
‘You mean the bookroom, miss. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the
surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. But when it
came to broaching them, it proved to be much more difficult than she had
supposed. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued
her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that
might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was
something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the
mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little
dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far
when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. “That’s HIM,” said Ann Veronica,
in sound, idiomatic English. Spurlock sat limply, his arms hanging. “You’re. At the back of the house, on a
bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. ‘Come,
mademoiselle. ’
‘And me,’ came the guttural response, ‘I will certainly murder you the very
next time I am compelled to see your face.
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