CHAPTER XXII. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. Her recent attitude towards him was undoubtedly a pose. Miss Charvill.
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