Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead. Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. She never calls herself ‘Alcide. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower.
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