The Night-Cellar
XVIII. "And the next time Captain
Darrell wants a witness, I promise you he shan't look for one in vain. "He's dead," exclaimed Austin. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the
time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive,
as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. But he has since acquitted you
of any share in it. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him,
that the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged,
white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who
wanted a Companion. ’
‘Do you take me for a fool, Hilary?’ demanded his betrothed. ”
The stranger came over to them smiling. Sebastian rose from
the tomb.
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