Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a "goodly portly man, and a corpulent," whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he entertained for good liquor and good living. ‘Where the devil have you been?’ ‘Consorting with a nun in the gardens. ‘You cannot be always with me. ” “You mean—you think——” “Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there. “What on earth did you expect me to do, then?” he asked. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. But she made no answer. ” “Thanks for the nice evening, John. It was convenient for Father Saint-Simon, who could enter this way and prepare in the little room before going up the narrow stair to the chapel above where the nuns waited. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment.
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