There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders. Capes agreed with the utmost cordiality. On the other a wretched engraving of the Chevalier de Saint George, or, as he was styled in the label attached to the portrait, James the Third, raised a suspicion that the inmate of the house was not altogether free from some tincture of Jacobitism. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. ‘Yes, th-there it is,’ she uttered, stumbling a little over the words. He suddenly became eloquent and plausible. ‘Now I see that you are mad indeed. “Quite different. “No,” she answered. I find you an impenetrable enigma.
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