Here one might live the life of golden days. Have you ever heard the name of Meysey Hill?” “Meysey Hill?” He repeated it after her, and she knew at once from his tone and his quick glance into her face that the name possessed some significance for him. He feared to antagonize that distinguished person. He was there concealed, waiting her return. “You are not going out—this evening, I trust,” that lady asked, a trifle dismayed. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. It was of no use, she let him do it as she could not be strangled.
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