" "Ah. I’m ashamed to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my own lost babe. To-night all London believes that he was your husband. The rear of the party was brought up by a large, powerfully-built man, with a bluff, honest, but rugged countenance, slashed with many a cut and scar, and stamped with that surly, sturdy, bull-dog-like look, which an Englishman always delights to contemplate, because he conceives it to be characteristic of his countrymen. ‘Oh, peste. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. ’ Colour suffused the man’s face. “What were you doing?” Her voice was a little hysterical. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. Look at these walls. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. Then perhaps I shall send for him if he has not forgotten.
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