Jonathan threw open the street-door. ’ ‘It’s not that,’ the nun said urgently, ‘but I’ve remembered something important. Day after day—five, to be exact—she had returned to Morgan's; and each time the man would understand what had drawn her, and with a kindly smile would sit down at the piano and play. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. She wanted him so badly it hurt. Arrived at his habitation, Jonathan knocked in a peculiar manner at the door, which was instantly opened by the grim-visaged porter just alluded to. I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Montague Hill.
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