" "A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. . ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. ’ ‘You mean the one that you refused to feed?’ demanded Gerald, seizing this promising cue and adopting a mournful note. Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. " "No feelings of consanguinity shall stay my vengeance," said Thames, sternly. Now for it, Thames! Make as great a row as you can to divert his attention. But this made the chase all the more exciting. Well, that’s the situation.
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