From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside. There had been fusses and scenes dimly apprehended through half-open doors. "Have you got Jonathan out of the way?" he asked, in an eager whisper. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. And not a worthy tome in sight. .
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