His face was white. He listened. " "How?" "Listen to me, Thames. " And Blueskin withdrew. By and by he gathered enough courage to lean toward her. Certainly not a gentlewoman. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. Satisfied, however, that she did not notice him, Jonathan glided away as noiselessly as he came, and ascended another short flight of stairs leading to the garret. Having ascertained by the breathing which room Thames occupied, he speedily contrived to fasten him in. After all, it is not long since that a Catholic nun in this country would have had to remain in hiding. In any event, I explained that no one lived here and that we’d been called in because of suspected intruders. My dear—I can call you that here, anyhow—I know that.
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