" "I ondershtand," replied the skipper, putting his finger to his nose; "it shall be done. Not the most stringent search, conducted all morning, turned up one solitary sheet. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,— tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he had left unbroken in the chapel. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. . “There’s the classes,” said Constance, the well-informed.
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