“I do not know you,” she said coldly. You need give yourself no more concern about Kneebone. Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. Ann Veronica felt no repulsion at the prospect. Hastily ascending these steps, Jack found the door, as he anticipated, locked. ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. " "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. CHAPTER VI.
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