"My plan is a very simple one," rejoined the thief-taker smiling bitterly. The inn was a military haunt. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. Mac would have some new yarns to spin and a fresh turn-over to his celebrated liver. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. Nothing was given away, and no one came so rich to the stall as to command all that it had to offer.
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