Sheppard. Wood's reply, if he intended any, was cut short by a loud knocking at the door. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. "I want to know what you've done with the rest of the notes—with the gold— and the papers you took away from my room!" rejoined Wild. And when Manning was not about the thing seemed simple enough. "Where is my mother?" he added, regarding the knight with a searching glance. From this night I shall pursue a different course; from this night his ruin may be dated.
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