"Noblemen. . I called myself Anna. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. When she judged that she must be nearly back at the library, she began to feel somewhat dispirited. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. We are not animals. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. Kneebone made no effort to check the unreasonable merriment of his companions, but rather seemed to encourage it. He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out of breath,— the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the carpenter, and, regardless of the consternation he excited in the breast of that personage, who was almost stupified with astonishment, he began to divest himself of a heavy horseman's cloak, which he threw over Wood's shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to listen intently for the approach of his pursuers.
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