She followed the landlady half way up-stairs, and called up to Ann Veronica, “May I come up? It’s me! You know—Nettie Miniver!” She appeared before Ann Veronica could clearly recall who Nettie Miniver might be. By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw that the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of their quest. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. Having secured this,—for he was almost famished,—he said that he had lost a hammer and wished to purchase one. " "Arrested!" exclaimed Trenchard, drawing his sword. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. . ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile.
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