"Beg pardon, Sir Rowland," said the attendant, "but there's a boy from Mr. ” “You did not——” “Wait, Annabel! When I arrived in London I went to live in the cheapest place I could find. He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. On Monday Charvill had still not returned, and the major duly presented himself at Mrs Chalkney’s house in Grosvenor Square, thanking his stars that his friend Roding would not be there to spoil sport. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. She gained her room, and slammed her door and locked it as though she feared violence and pursuit. Scarcely had it come to a halt, when a stalwart man shouldered his way, in spite of their opposition, through the lines of soldiery to the cart, and offered his large horny hand to the prisoner.
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