Running his hand carefully over it
in search of the lock, he perceived to his dismay that it was fastened on the other
side. Hitherto you’ve seen only my easy, kindly side. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own
buckled sword-belt. And see!" he added, as the figures drew back,
and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated to Saint
Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed amid the arches,
where "was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch, who began the Stone
Bridge at London:" and it still boasted an edifice (though now in rather a
tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a palace,—we mean Nonesuch
House. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. Then the bridge had arched gateways,
bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be) with
the heads of traitors. . "Lost no time on the road—eh!—I didn't expect you till to-morrow at the
earliest. Open that
bottle with a blue seal, my dear. . There’s a great gulf opened, and nobody’s got any plans what to do with
us.
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