“Your house is so huge. But at this, he halted, turning his frowning gaze back on her. . ’ ‘Gad, but she’s a beauty,’ gasped Hilary, and slammed his sword back in its scabbard. Morningside Park had been passive and defective; all this rushed about and was active, but it was still defective. She infused menace into her voice. “Round midnight, I think. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on.
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