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Taking the tray froracious "Thank you! This is just

as it should be," Mabel negatived his offer to carry it to her roohted candle

"Winston or no Winston, you shall not face that desperado alone,"

she said, obstinately "There is no telling what he may do--murder

you, perhaps, or at least knock you down in order to escape Winston

talks as if he were the captain of the forty thieves"' "He is pretty well hors de co her aunt to precede her with the light to the upper

floor "And should he offer violence--scalding coffeeoil routed the gang MY captain

had to be carried up-stairs by four servants, who left him upon a

pile of old mattresses in one corner of the room Here we are!"

They were in a wide hall at the top of the house, the unceiled

rafters above their heads, carpetless boards beneath their feet

Mabel set her waiter upon a wore to get the key of the north rooht

footstep stirred dish every crack and keyhole, like a legion of piping

devils; ruubriously over the steep roof The one candle

flickering in the draught showed Mabel's white bust and arh a cloud of blackness, when she

stooped to try the key in the lock of the prison-cha it, she knocked before she turned it in the rusty

wards--again, andher lips close to

the key-hole: "We are friends, and have brought you supper Can we co heart she unlocked the door,