Chapter XXVIII THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE” There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. And then, there would be the question of money. . ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen. “Very well,” said Ann Veronica, with an air of concluding the discussion. I kept them on myself till the sight of your empty chair and the chill loneliness of it all nearly sent me mad. “And I’m not happy. They took their places at a distant table. But this plan (probably from its danger) was instantly abandoned; not, however, before her momentary hesitation had been taken advantage of by her pursuers, who, redoubling their efforts at this juncture, materially lessened the distance between them. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. Near the body, which, it will be surmised, was that of Abraham Mendez, two ruffianly personages were seated, quietly smoking, and bestowing no sort of attention upon the new-comers. The stranger turned his head at the sound. The business of serving gave Gerald a few moment’s grace, for he was dubious about the effect on an elderly female, not in the best of health, of raking up old memories.
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