“All’s well that ends well,”
he said; “and the less one says about things the better. Stanley lost patience. don’t have time. “Please forgive me coming up, Miss
Pellissier, but you have not been down to dinner for three nights, and—Brendon
and I—we were afraid that you might be unwell. He was all alone, like herself. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle
from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the
bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. Sir Montacute had three
children—two daughters and yourself. But at this point he was still subservient, still outwardly
humble, in spite of the blackhearted villainy that was even then burgeoning in
his breast. He had “put his foot down,” and said she must not go. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable
to the needle in the haystack. At no time did she feel bodily or mental fatigue.
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