Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. Ann Veronica, after a last survey of the dinner appointments, followed him, rustling, came to his side by the high brass fender, and touched two or three ornaments on the mantel above the cheerful fireplace. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s. "Her ladyship—" faltered the attendant. He moaned. After all, you failed in obtaining the secret from her, Sir Rowland. Either ignorant of the accident, or heedless of it, the foremost horseman pursued his way without even turning his head.
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