’ ‘We!’ said Hilary witheringly, and went off as Gerald laughed and turned back to the lady. She released her clutch on it as, dizzy with exhaustion, she leaned against the back of the pew and closed her eyes, her fingers grasping out automatically for support. From the first of these alighted Thames, or, as he must now be styled, the Marquis de Chatillon. He was like a man beside himself. 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. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered.
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