She pulled her chair with a mild creak and marched towards the stair. He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle of the door. CHAPTER XVIII. An ancient smile lay on his lips. "Bolt the wicket!" shouted Ireton, who, with the others, had been not a little entertained by the gallant turnkey's discomfiture.
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