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Updated: May 11, 2025
It was with a thrill that sent the blood leaping to his cheeks that he heard the man say: "Sister Seraphina is waiting for you in the sitting-room." There was no thought of discovery or scandal in Preble Key's mind now; no doubt or hesitation as to what he would do, as he sprang up the staircase. He only knew that he had found her again, and was happy!
I rode away from Margery Key's, having been delayed but a moment, and the quaver of her blessings was yet in my ears, when verily I did see that which I have never understood.
The key's in the mail box, tied to a string. You'll find a fire laid with fat pine knots. My books are there. The bedding's in the cedar chest. And the mountains will make you clean and whole again; and the pines..." Fanny went to the telephone. Trains for Denver. She found the road she wanted, and asked for information. She was on her own ground here.
Don't never blame me because you are too green to know what's good for you. You are the only green things here, though. And don't forget, there ain't a man of you can get out of here on your own income or on your own savin's. Not a one. You're all locked into this valley an' the key's in purgatory.
The voice disengaged itself from the vague background and came slowly forwards: "It was a den of thieves. It was the hiding-place of Jack Riggs and his gang of road agents. I've been hunting this spot for three weeks. And now the whole thing's up!" There was a laugh from Key's men, but it was checked as the owner of the voice slowly ranged up beside the burning torch and they saw his face.
On yonder tree alone there are Sir Key's, Sir Brandel's, Sir Marhaus', Sir Galind's, and Sir Aliduke's, and many more; and also my two kinsmen's shields, Sir Ector de Maris' and Sir Lionel's.
This result comes about partly when all unnecessary terrorising is avoided, partly when children are accustomed to bear calmly and quietly the inevitable unpleasantnesses of danger. Prof. Axel Key's investigations on school children have won international recognition.
Like a creature utterly spent, she had been leaning against the great gate from which she had withdrawn the key. But she uttered not a breath in answer, and after she had heard his footsteps die away she turned slowly back and groped among the rose roots for the key's hiding place. Mechanically she smoothed it over and moved on towards the house. All was quiet there. That sound had been no alarm.
"The key's all right," said the young man, without paying any attention to Jeff beyond a glance of recognition; he turned his back, and waited for the door to be opened. His sister suggested, with an amiability which Jeff felt was meant in reparation to him, "Perhaps a night latch never works before dark or very well before midnight."
"They've let out that the key's hidden under the mat the devils!" Here Baker Jorgen burst into a shout of laughter; his laughter filled the whole workshop when he once began. They guessed what sort of a fellow the new journeyman might be. No one had seen him yet. "He certainly has red hair and a red beard," said Baker Jorgen.
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