Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of the pier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were pierced. ‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’ grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in their own summer planning that they had no time to interrogate her. But I've not promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest lad,—mind that. “This wonderful affection of yours for my sister, does it date from your first meeting with her in Paris?” He hesitated. I have not found the secret way into the house, for instance.
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