As he passed out he saw in the hall a quietly dressed man with keen grey eyes, talking to one of the footmen. They reluctantly went back to school the Thursday after New Year’s Day. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. Nor had Jack been idle all this time. Ramage, regarding it and putting a well-booted foot up on the bottom rail. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility.
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