‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. I believe—I
believe that I must risk it. And, with a glance of malignant exultation, he quitted the vault, and locked the
door. I am sure that he can be got rid of. ‘You see, I had another reason for visiting your grandfather. He was alert, well-groomed, and yet—perhaps in contrast with
the more volatile French type—there was a suggestion of weight about him, not
to say heaviness. His inclinations prompted him most
decidedly to take the vacant chair. He drew
her closer. Great stone staircases leading no one knew whither, and long
gloomy passages, impressed the occasional visitor with the idea that he was
traversing a building of vast extent; and, though this was not the case in reality,
the deception was so cleverly contrived that it seldom failed of producing the
intended effect. Cathy's eyebrows perked up.
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