She struggled not to be afraid. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. "Shortly after your last visit to Dollis Hill, my father was one evening waylaid by a man, who informed him that he had something to communicate respecting Thames, and had a large sum of money, and some important documents to deliver to him, which would be given up, provided he would undertake to procure your liberation. There was every indication that she fled the island in company with a dissolute rogue. Anyhow, she’s disappeared for some reason or other. “I thought we had discussed that, father. ” “I am frightened of Sir John,” he said, “but I suggest that we risk it. “There,” he said, “you don’t treat me fairly, Miss Stanley. One would think I had agreed to her going. “I will be off,” she declared.
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