"Every brick I take out," cried Jack, as fresh rubbish clattered down the chimney,
"brings me nearer my mother. Living’s just material. But
the Remenhams in the days of Charles the First, with the need for an escape
route from Cromwell’s increasingly victorious forces, had cut a trapdoor through
its floor into the cellars below, and thence hewn the long rough passageway that
led underground right outside the boundary of the estate. Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. There are no funerals among the poor, only
burials. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her
chin. And no ill-chances. . . ‘If he needed sanctuary, it raises grave doubts about his activities. For a
moment he did not recognize Annabel.
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