“You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. Sheppard did not dare to return any answer; but, disengaging herself from his embrace, endeavoured meekly to comply with his request. . The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. Why don’t I just go and get the key from Pottiswick?’ Alderley flicked a glance back at him over his shoulder. Sheppard. Jack now carefully closed the shutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to a candle. CHAPTER IV The tourists returned to the Sha-mien at four o'clock. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. Was it a week ago? No, perhaps more. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice.
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