He dragged it out, and perceiving, in spite of the decayed frame, that it was the body of Sir Rowland Trenchard, commanded his attendants to convey it up stairs—an order which was promptly obeyed. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented a frightful resemblance to a human face. " "A Chinaman. It was Celeste’s idea. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. Then came the javelin-men, walking four abreast, and lastly, a long line of constables, marching in the same order. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. Hill again—alive. The door to the library burst open. . .
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