CHAPTER XXIV Spurlock's novel was a tale of regeneration. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. Her faithful servant struggled, with her assistance, to rise. An iron fillet secured the socket of the bolt and the box of the lock to the main post of the doorway. Miss Stanley hesitated, and took first one and then another of the constituents of this costume off its peg and surveyed it. "Close the wicket, Austin," vociferated Ireton, in an authoritative tone. He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. As she stared her eyes grew accustomed to the night; and she discovered five persons instead of four. Why in heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’ ‘What are you talking of?’ ‘Never mind that now.
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