"Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. ‘Silence,’ he warned again, with a prod of the dagger at her heart. ‘Very well, arrest me. McClintock watched her interestedly until her golden head vanished below; then, with tolerant pity, he looked down at Spurlock, who had closed his eyes. He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. 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. “You are one of those who must know all about it. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her.
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