The street was deserted, no pedestrian school-goers walked immediately in front or behind them. Anna opened a cupboard and produced cups and saucers and a tin of coffee. Try your luck with Jarvis Remenham—if you will. ’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary. Remember ——” Annabel clutched her sister’s arm. Papa has sent me to be religieuse. She could not part with dignity. Forgive me. “‘Go it, missie,’ they said; “kick aht!’ “I swore at that policeman—and disgusted him. I told you, Sir Rowland," he added, turning to the knight, and chuckling, "the devil never deserts me. We can’t even protect them from themselves. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. CHAPTER VII. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate.
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