Anything
wrong, sir?" as Sir Norman gave a violent start and caught Hubert
by the arm.
"Nothing! Where did they carry her to? What did they do with
her? Go on! go on!"
"Well," said the watchman, eyeing the speaker curiously, "I'm
going to. They went along, down to the river, both of them, and
I saw a boat shove off, shortly after, and that something, with
its head in a shawl, lying as peaceable as a lamb, with one of
the two beside it. That's all - I went asleep about then, till
you two were shaking me and waking me up."
Sir Norman and Hubert looked at each other, one between despair
and rage, the other with a thoughtful, half-inquiring air, as if
he had some secret to tell, and was mentally questioning whether
it was safe to do so. On the whole, he seemed to come to the
conclusion, that a silent tongue maketh a wise head, and nodding
and saying "Thank you!" to the watchman, he passed his arm
through Sir Norman's, and drew him back to the door of Leoline's
house.
"There is a light within," he said, looking up at it; "how comes
that?"
"I found the lamp burning, when I returned, and everything
undisturbed.
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