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door

"Gentle his pipe

Shot pattered on the wails and several panes of glass

cracked in the French s

"All's tight below, sir," reported Bates "I thought

it best to leave the tunnel trap open for our own use

Those felloon't come in that way,-it's too much

like a blind alley"

"Where's your prisoner, Larry?"

"Potato cellar, quite coers suddenly withdrew

a short distance for parley ahtly; and the sky was never bluer

In this moment of respite, while weforth, I climbed up

to the finished tower to th I could see over the tree-tops, beyond the

chapel tower, the roofs of St Agatha's There, at least,

was peace And in thatupon the ice of the lake white

and glea under the sun, I felt unutterably lonely

and heart-sick, and tired of strife It seeo that I had walked and talked with the

child Olivia; and ten thousand years ray at the Annandale station had wakened in

her aim, and quickened a better impulse than I

had ever known