"Hist!" cried Rowland, arresting his comrade. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. ‘What is the matter?’ ‘Is there nothing you do not know?’ she asked faintly.
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