Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the
secret stairs. I want you. But
the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape
route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through
its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that
led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. The comtesse always felt
Madame Valade to be not of her class, of course. "That's for Winifred," vociferated the Amazon, bringing the cudgel heavily upon
his shoulder. It was a letter. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage,
with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large
wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to
receive it.
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