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Chapter XVIII
ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE”
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was
obviously meant for him alone. The
whole incident was so unexpected that neither Courtlaw nor Brendon were
awaiting. He went to the door. Seeing John in Chemistry was the worst. A few bricks,
dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as
it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to
force an entrance into the room. "
"Are you sure of this?" asked Thames, who, though as brave a lad as need be,
could not repress a shudder at the intelligence. His pride, however, would not
suffer him to interfere with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself
to acknowledge that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to
remain, though he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she
travelled by night. John stared palely. "
"What makes you think he has had a hard knock?"
"I'm a doctor, young lady. “Of course,” she said diffidently, “this is a boarding-house, although we never
take in promiscuous travellers.
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