“No. . Let us pass, Sir. He smiled inwardly. I just wanted a breath of air. "Did you ever see the like of her?" "No," answered McClintock, gravely. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. Even given that he was hopelessly enamoured of the wench, a fact which was obvious to the meanest intelligence. He looked fiercely and inquiringly from one to the other of his companions; but, though both of them were excessively frightened, neither appeared guilty. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. ” “I’ve had a biological training. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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