What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. “Or I wouldn’t have said anything about it. She wondered if the second part would overcome his objections? Several times the words had rushed to her tongue, to find her tongue paralysed. “If I am,” he answered, reddening, “you can scarcely assert that it is without a cause. An old man and a young girl, the one as stubbornly offensive as the other. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. But it does not sound as if the girl that wears the name resembles either of her parents. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me.
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