’ Kimble nodded. Here, Peter," he added to a curly-headed lad, who was playing on one of the grassy tombs, "ask your father to step this way. The Frenchman was already being followed. “She told you that?” “Yes. " "What?" he barked. "Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. "What is it?" demanded the woollen-draper, as he returned to the table, and took up a glass. “But, you see, appearances are very much against me. "Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. ] CHAPTER XI The second call energized her into action. She was unusually soft and gentle in her manner to him. " "Only three days," reiterated the widow, "three short short days,—and then all is over.
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