To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. Enveloped in a large cloak, Sir Rowland stalked into the room, and took the seat assigned him; while the Jew, who received a private signal from Jonathan, set down the link near the entrance of the Well Hole, and, having made fast the door, crept behind one of the cases.
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