Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; "they are coming!—they are coming!—fly!—to the roof! to the roof. ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. "Oho!" he said. You are to remain here until you are well. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly. “Excellent!” he exclaimed. ‘You mean I should give myself a dressingdown? Very well.
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