” Chapter XIX “THIS IS NOT THE END” “I said some afternoon,” she remarked, throwing open her warm coat, and taking off her gloves, “but I certainly did not mean to-day. Aware that he should incur the thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some measure, blown over. "If things had gone smoothly," he thought, "I should have cursed the fellow's stupidity. ’ ‘No. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped suddenly before her. "It was given me by poor dear Mrs.
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