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NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
"Yes, and, while I am searching, she will slip out from some lurking-place, and make her escape."
"You may lock this door, sir, and take the key with you."
"But there is the terrace-door: she has escaped by the terrace."
"The terrace, sir, has no other outlet, and the walls are too high for a lady to jump down."
"Well, sir, give me the key."
Mr. Glowry took the key, searched every nook of the tower, and returned.
"You are a fox, Scythrop; you are an exceedingly cunning fox, with that demure visage of yours. What was that lumbering sound I heard before you opened the door?"
"Sound, sir?"
"Yes, sir, sound."
