“I should like to understand you,” he said. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart
settled into its normal routine. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless, broken in health
and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely to make another marriage. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit
of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,—
tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he
had left unbroken in the chapel. “I knew you would feel
it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated. All she had found was the
love of this dog. At the expiration of an hour, by dint of
unremitting exertion, he had made so large a breach in the chimney, that he
could stand upright in it.
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