"Away with him!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, impatiently. On Monday Charvill had still not returned, and the major duly presented himself at Mrs Chalkney’s house in Grosvenor Square, thanking his stars that his friend Roding would not be there to spoil sport. ‘Let go!’ ‘Do you take me for a fool?’ Gerald demanded. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. . But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. “Mr. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced.
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