"
"But why not?"
The doctor dallied with his teaspoon. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a
terrible clap was heard overhead. And yet, on the very
site of the sordid tenements and squalid courts we have mentioned, where the
felon openly made his dwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the object of
his knavery to scorn—on this spot, not two centuries ago, stood the princely
residence of Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of Suffolk, whose stout heart
was a well of honour, and whose memory breathes of loyalty and valour. “I believe that you are right,” he said softly. On searching the grounds, we found two suspicious-looking fellows
in the garden, and had scarcely secured them, when your mother's cries
summoned us hither, just in time to preserve her.
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