”
Ann Veronica hesitated, and then stood in the open doorway and regarded her
father’s stern presence. In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull
while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most
melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody
madness, laughing wild. As he lay
on his back, he fancied himself gradually slipping off the platform. ” She murmured. Emerging from this aperture, he was about to
descend, when he was alarmed by hearing the tramp of horses' feet swiftly
approaching, and had only time to hide himself behind one of the largest signboards before alluded to when two horsemen rode up. She entered and approached the bunk. "Are you his ghost, then?"
"No—no," answered Jack.
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