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“You, then,” he said, “are ‘Alcide. ’
Departed? ‘Tchah! I suppose the vicomte threw him out?’
Watching the fellow’s face, Everett felt his suspicion growing. “Anna!” he exclaimed hoarsely. “I’d have to be blown up into a thousand pieces. I want to know—just as much as I can. Had it come already?
Chapter XXVII
JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN
“Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. “Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal. ’
Baring his teeth in a smile of triumph that was every bit an animal snarl, and
leaping up onto the seat of the pew he was in, he jumped hazardously to the next. “My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and
politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond
measure. Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew,
Rumbold and Whitney—a jolly crew!
All carved their names on the stone, and all
Share the fate of the brave Du Val!
With their chisels so fine, tra la!
"Save us!" continued the apprentice, "I hope this beam doesn't resemble the
Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaks of, to swing
on the Tyburn tree for my pains.
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