He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. Michelle had begged her to do it. He placed his chin upon the top of her head. " "Sir Rowland is my brother," resumed Lady Trafford coldly. Michelle was too polite to put it into words. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern, and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the appearance of Mrs. Marvel, who had been a little discomposed by the treatment he had experienced on Holborn Hill, very composedly filled and lighted his pipe. The house was invisible from the road, and yet enormous once within view.
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