Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs. Winifred's reception was kind, but more distant, and after the slight ceremonial she resumed her occupation. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to. "How have you contrived to still these troubled waters?" "I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland. “But it is so difficult——” “Not at all,” he answered eagerly. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. Just as I might have killed another, if he had come out. Had he been sick in the mind when he had done this damnable thing? It did not seem possible, for he could recall clearly all he had said and done; there were no blank spaces to give him one straw of excuse. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care.
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