He called to the other attendant, who held the torch. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. ’ ‘And now we know also who is the prétendant, Mademoiselle Charvill. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. Then a light seemed to break in upon him. I don’t want to influence you unduly—But—They’re artistic people, Vee. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. Wild, Captain?" remonstrated the other, in a deferential tone. 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.
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