The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. ’ ‘So I heard. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun. And then, as she answered nothing, “Seeing that we are lovers. I loved her so much. No one in the world is beyond the shaft of scandal— we all catch it terribly sometimes. I find it impossible to associate you with—my little friend of the ‘Ambassador’s. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own. On the other a wretched engraving of the Chevalier de Saint George, or, as he was styled in the label attached to the portrait, James the Third, raised a suspicion that the inmate of the house was not altogether free from some tincture of Jacobitism. By this time, several of the terrified domestics appeared with lights. "His disguise was capital; but I detected it in a moment. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. "Oho!" he said.
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