CHAPTER VIII. ”
“I can’t go back to the Beck’s ever again. “Let’s go. Part 2
The next few weeks were a time of the very liveliest thought and growth for
Ann Veronica. I only wish he was not a Papist and
a Jacobite. He disappeared
into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. In the general survey of the prison, taken in the preceding chapter, but little was
said of the Lodge. A wife formed part of his scheme of life, for several
years he had been secretly but assiduously looking for her. Here's the——"
"Let me have one," cried a servant maid, running across the street, and in her
haste forgetting to shut the door,—"here's the money. Having no means of defence, Sir Rowland cleared the blood from his vision;
and, turning to see whether there was any means of escape, he descried the open
door behind him leading to the Well Hole, and instantly darted through it. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some
apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike
undesirable things. And every day's experience proves that I was
right. "I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William
Morgan.
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