“Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. ”
“The good God!” Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. "
The young man thanked his informant, and was about to follow his instructions,
when the other called after him——
"I say, master, did you ever hear tell of Mr. ’
‘A French ghost?’
‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had
rejoined, his tone affronted. It was a letter. Griffin. In the struggle her cap fell
off. You know I call that positively wicked. "And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's his
outlandish name?"
"Van Galgebrok," replied the widow. "
"As you please," replied Jonathan, sternly. Bravo!—the
best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat.
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