Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. " "Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?" "The same. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. Her eyes still had the fevered glow of sickness, yet she seemed in perfect health. There was no one at home, and I was coming away when I saw that the door was open. " She wanted to dance. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible. She turned about, and was persecuted by visions, half memories, half dreams, of Ramage. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support.
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