" "A miniature! Of whom?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. The vestry was perhaps the only room in the place, except her allotted curtained off portion of the dormitory chamber that served for her cell—and she could not scandalise the nuns by having a man in there, be he never so much a servant—where Melusine could be sure of privacy. There was a discreet knocking at the door, and Ramage’s face changed. I decided to go in and wait. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor. They were in different key, they had a different timbre. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. Quite trying of him not to be there when he is wanted.
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