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” Mr. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. For whom had its sharp point been intended? Valade? Or perhaps his wife now that the girl had word of their marriage. " "I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead," murmured the knight, "but I never dreamed of an interview with the living. Everyone has gone away again, so that I can do so all alone. " Mounting the roof of the prison, they traced the fugitive's course to the further extremity of the building, where they found his blanket attached to the spike proving that he escaped in that direction. Of this man Kneebone resolved to go in pursuit; and leaving Jack in charge of the constable, he proceeded to the small inn,—which bore then, as it bears now, the name of the Six Bells,—where, summoning the hostler, his steed was instantly brought him, and, springing on its back, he rode away at full speed. "Who are you?" inquired Mrs. “You needn’t be worried,” she said quietly. “Your name and address were upon an envelope found in the pocket of an Englishman who was brought here late last night suffering from serious injuries,” he said in a dry official tone.
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