CHAPTER XVIII. D'ye hear how the wanes creaks on old Winchester House? We shall have a touch on it ourselves presently. Prison was beastly. He gripped the window-sill behind him. ’ ‘It’s immaterial, in any event,’ Roding put in. “It’s magnificent!” He leaned back and regarded her with his head a little on one side. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. I waited for them to get right out of the grounds. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. Turning now, and running down the terrace.
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