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| And through it, in trailing velvet, came a lady |
Frontispiece |
| There was a good deal of whispered talk and mystery |
15 |
| ‘You sit next him, Charles’ |
19 |
| ‘They burned her for a witch’ |
31 |
| ‘How beautifully everything grows here’ |
43 |
| Of course they all liked to try |
55 |
| A hand was raised |
65 |
| ‘Just remember we’re yours to the death’ |
81 |
| ‘I believed you—without that,’ said Charlotte |
93 |
| They were the footprints, beyond any doubt, of a boy |
111 |
| ‘Fetches him a bite of something’ |
127 |
| ‘If I whistle, you lay low’ |
141 |
| Showed her a green parrot sitting on a nest |
155 |
| He screwed up his nose |
165 |
| ‘It’s a Nihilist bomb, come away!’ |
187 |
| Rupert rolled into bed |
205 |
| He looked over his head as though Rupert had not been there |
229 |
| ‘I can’t attend to you. Go away!’ |
237 |
| Found the broken paling and slipped through |
261 |
| Rupert was bundled into the body of the car |
277 |
| Something four-footed, spotted, furry, creeping along the passage |
299 |
| ‘It’s me; it’s Rupert,’ he shouted |
313 |
| Charles had his first swimming lesson |
321 |
| Nothing much happened except smoke |
349 |
| Charlotte found a thin black-coated shoulder a very good place to cry on |
365 |
| ‘Take your last look,’ he said |
379 |
