He turned just in time to see Lucilla exchange an amused look with Hilary. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. With Bess's assistance he then climbed up to the window, which, as has just been stated, was secured by iron bars of great thickness crossed by a stout beam of oak. "No matter.
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