His voice now had lost its ironies. Sheppard had been interred. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. He inspected the formidable array of rifles and at length walked over to the register. The door was then locked, and he was left alone. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. "I need not ask whether this is Mr. ’ ‘You mean the bookroom, miss. Many other expedients occurred to her; but after making several ineffectual attempts to get into the Mint unobserved, they were all abandoned.
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