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Castle Craneycrow was born and went to ruin in the midst of feud and strife; it has outlived its feudal days, so let there be no war between us," said her ladyship, earnestly. "If we must live together within its battered walls, let us hoist a flag of truce, pick up the gauntlet and tie up the dogs of war," added bluff Lord Bob.
The days of convalescence were few, for the vigorous strength of the patient had not been sapped to any great extent. They were days of happiness, however, for all who lived in Castle Craneycrow. Dickey and Lady Jane solemnly and somewhat defiantly approached Lord Bob on a very important matter.
The eager listeners in Castle Craneycrow soon drew from the priest enough to convince them that Ugo was at the head of the expedition, and that it was a matter of but a few hours until he and his men would be knocking at the gates. "The prince did not address me," said Father Bivot, "but listened intently, as I now recall, to everything I said in response to the Luxemburg officer's questions.
Both laughed with the buoyancy that comes from suppressed delight. "It occurs to me, Dorothy," said he, a few minutes later, "that we are a long time in reaching the town Father Bivot told me about. We seem to be in the wilds, and he said there were a number of houses within five miles of Craneycrow. Have we passed a single habitation?"
Seriously, Dorothy, you will be wise if you submit to the inevitable until fate brings a change of its own accord. You are brave and determined, I know, and I love you more than ever for this daring attempt to get out of Craneycrow, but you don't know what it might have brought you to. Good heavens, no one knows what dangers lie in those awful passages. They have not been used in a hundred years.
This is Castle Craneycrow; a real, live castle with parapets, bastions, traditions and, I insist though they won't believe me snakes and mice and winged things that screech and yowl." So spoke Lady Jane, eagerly. Miss Garrison was forgetting to eat in her wonder, and Mr. Savage was obliged to remind her that "things get cold mighty quick in these baronial ice-houses."
I'll tell the world that you were not alone in this affair, and I'll send the officers to Castle Craneycrow to arrest every " she was crying hysterically, when he interrupted. "But you have promised to shield them!" "Promised! I will forget that I ever made a promise. Philip Quentin, either I go to Brussels alone or every person in Craneycrow goes to prison with you. I'll not spare one of them.
"Playing chess with your brother and had to break up the game. When duty calls, you know. Morning, Miss Garrison. What's up?" "We're just on the point of going up," said Jane, sweetly. "Up in the tower. Miss Garrison wants to see how far she can fly." "About 800 feet, I should say, Miss Garrison. It's quite a drop to the rocks down there. Well, we're off to the top of Craneycrow.
The maid was seated in a window, with ears as deaf as a stone, reading the harrowing news from the latest newspaper than had come to Castle Craneycrow. Dorothy had read every line of the newest developments, and had laughed scornfully over the absurd clews the police were following. She had been seen simultaneously in Liverpool and in London and in Paris and in Brussels.
His hand met hers as it was lowered from the hot brow, and his lips touched the fingers softly. "Ah, the fever, the fever!" he exclaimed, passionately. "You should have a doctor," she muttered, as if powerless to frame other words. Eleven o'clock that night found Castle Craneycrow wrapped in the stillness of death.
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