Cathy's eyes widened, her cheeks expanding to a smile. He was Julian five years younger, the spitting image. The moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the day. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. He is in the secret passage. They are all at prayer at this hour. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. ’ She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. ’ ‘No, miss,’ cut in Kimble.
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