" Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand across his brow, on which the damp had gathered thickly. I learned of your betrothal, gleaned all the information I could simply by eavesdropping. Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. He can't be far off. "What's the use of wasting a shot?" rejoined Jonathan, savagely.
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