She
refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do
about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. A militiaman came
belting down the stairs, another leapt from outside the front door, and a third,
stalwart and stolid, came in through the door that led to the rooms to the front of
the house. She told
him the story of her parents, her marriage to Iovelli, the
loss of her baby, the kidnapping after the miscarriage. “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. And
where was that devil? Had the soldiers found him? She could not think he had
escaped, for she had only just made it into the passage as they entered the library. "Not in the least," returned Kneebone, slyly, "not in the least. ‘So now we come to it.
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