" "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. ‘You’ve found her out?’ ‘Tell us at once,’ urged Miss Froxfield. . The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. They walked across a moat of pea gravel that crunched like noisy cereal under their feet. “Let your friends act for you.
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