’ He nodded in the direction of her pistol. ‘For my money, you’ll not get much out of old Jarvis either. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. In her case the barrier was not selfishness but the perception that her interest would be misinterpreted, naturally. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. She told the porter to take it to the booking-office, and it was only after a disconcerting moment or so that she found she ought to have directed him to go to the cloak-room. He comforted himself, however, with the certainty which he felt of capturing his prey on the Sunday. Vitally, she had the letter that proved her identity as a Charvill: the one her father had written to the Abbess when he sent her to the convent. “He dissembles,” he said. He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. Kneebone's 346 XIV. "Why it is astonishing, certainly," remarked Kneebone, "to find any woman constant—especially to a girlish attachment; but such is the case. "What are you doing with him?" "It's a long story, Captain, and I've no breath to tell it,—unless you choose to release me," rejoined Quilt.
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