StNicholas [serial] . havebeen some time within the house, for no one hadseen him enter. That he was in there at all, andalive, was nothing short of a miracle. For allthat, one thing was sure: he must come out, orburn to death. Suddenly a window, as yet untouched by theflames, was flung wide open. It was that which 1910.] THE REFUGEE 1129 was at the eastern end of the Ladies Gallery,over the door. And there, before them all, stoodthe man himself, burnt and grim and black. The crowd raised a great cry —a cry of rageand hate. Fists were shaken toward him, anda hundred exclamations showered upon
StNicholas [serial] . havebeen some time within the house, for no one hadseen him enter. That he was in there at all, andalive, was nothing short of a miracle. For allthat, one thing was sure: he must come out, orburn to death. Suddenly a window, as yet untouched by theflames, was flung wide open. It was that which 1910.] THE REFUGEE 1129 was at the eastern end of the Ladies Gallery,over the door. And there, before them all, stoodthe man himself, burnt and grim and black. The crowd raised a great cry —a cry of rageand hate. Fists were shaken toward him, anda hundred exclamations showered upon his dared him to come out. But he only laughed —madly, and waved his For all that, it was the Squires intrusion thatbrought des Ormeaux face to face with his dan-ger; and when he went to the passage window,and saw the great crowd there assembled, readyto tear him to pieces, he must have recognizedhimself for lost. None the less, he would not come out: to beclubbed to death by a village mob was never the. MADEMOISELLE, I HAVE NOT YET ACCEPTED MY DEFEAT. arms in the air. And at that a silence fell uponthem all: those simple-hearted yokels, whose livesran commonly in uneventful course, were rootedthere in awe. There was no doubt of the truth: des Ormeauxhad made his way to the Squires private office,with intent to gain possession of certain docu-ments and papers, the value of which he musthave known. For it was there that Sir Michael found him,seated at the desk, with all the drawers open andransacked, and money upon the floor. Angrywords had passed between them; and then theSquire, unable any longer to remain within theroom, had been driven forth by the smoke andfumes. He said, time and again, to his dying day,the most wondrous thing he had ever seen wasthat man alive, like the phenix, in the XXXVII. —142-143. end he would covet. He stood and jeered atthem, always laughing, and casting insults. And then, of a sudden, Captain Hood, withAnthony Packe clo
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