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In one instant Sir Norman was on his feet and his hand on his sword In

the tarry darkness, neither the face nor figure of the intruder could be

made out, but hein the

sea of darkness Perhaps he rasped his shoulder was unmistakably of flesh, and blood,

andof its oas distinctly audible by his

ads

"Who are you?" de

himself free froht so," said a not unknown voice "I have

been calling you till I aave it up, and started

after you in despair What are you doing here?"

"You, Orree astonished

"Hohen--what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here? that's more to the purpose Down flat on

your face, with your head stuck through that hole What is below there,

anyway?"

"Never mind," said Sir Norman, hastily, who, for some reason quite

unaccountable to hi

therein particular, but a lower range of vaults Do you intend telling