" "Perhaps so," rejoined the stranger; "but I have others in reserve, not so generally known. ’ ‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something important. ’ ‘Militia, miss,’ Kimble corrected her. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. I wonder if I should have locked you up if I’d been your father. The tears flowed faster. ‘So it was. “I’m ready,” said Ann Veronica, closing her microscope-box with a click, and looking for one brief instant up the laboratory. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head.
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