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‘Odd sort of a nun. I was the last on board. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. ’ ‘It’s too late for that,’ Gerald told her evenly. At three o'clock, on the same day, Austin brought up Jack's provisions, and, after carefully examining his fetters, and finding all secure, told him if he wanted anything further he must mention it, as he should not be able to return in the evening, his presence being required elsewhere. I knew it. He looked at his friend. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. Could it be him you mean?" "No. But the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that led underground right outside the boundary of the estate.

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