She felt
she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease,
arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. And then, as she stood
there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon
her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. The
first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to
break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood,
the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. And―and he wanted to help you. "Your father said so before you," replied Jonathan, malignantly; "and yet it has
tarried thus long. May I go on a date tomorrow
night with John Diedermayer?\" She did not look at Mike,
who she knew would be wounded. ‘She hasn’t said so, but I presume Valade had got hold of all the useful
papers,’ Gerald went on. Go to it;
and the best of luck!"
He went out. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. She was very pale, and
there was a look of fear in her eyes.
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