At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent
the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and
being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. “How shall I put the question? What am I? What have I got to do with
myself?. ’
She turned her head, eyes blazing. ‘Or do I arrest you and have these soldiers
march you off to gaol?’
A sweep of his arm indicated the array of military strength on the benches,
every eye of which was trained on the little scene being enacted before them. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. ’
Gerald raised his brows. “Queer
letters he writes,” she said. ”
He said. For on reaching the second
floor, a swishing sound came to Gerald’s ears, as of someone moving about.
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