And through all these defences and into Old Palace Yard, into the very vitals of the defenders’ position, lumbered the unsuspected vans. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews; and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied almost exclusively by the villagers. “I thought I saw her in town to-day,” he said. “To Paris! But why? What do you hope to discover there?” “I do not know,” he answered, “but I am going to see David Courtlaw.
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