’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. There was nothing to be got out of the man. Was this the right moment? After what she had said about Jarvis Remenham’s habits, he could do with more information before he revealed his purpose. His attention drawn, the captain was easily able to make out the pretty features under the feathered hat, and the same dark riding habit the fugitive had worn on that first occasion at Remenham House. ‘You, soldiers,’ she yelled. " His attention being thus drawn to the bank, the carpenter beheld three figures, one of whom bore a torch, leap into a wherry of a larger size than the others, which immediately put off from shore. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. " "You will remain longer than you anticipate," muttered Wild. " "Here you have it, my dear," returned the hawker. "A vow," she answered,—"a vow to my dead husband.
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