’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship. But, Gerald, do you believe there is a secret passage indeed?’ ‘Well, we covered every inch of the house and grounds, and I swear she never left that room by way of the door. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face.
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