At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. ’ ‘For shame, Hilary,’ admonished his fiancée, casting a pitying glance at the refugees. Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as could be most easily slipped on. Pramlay lived for amenities and the mellowed surfaces of things. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. The land about these walls is a common graveyard. He donned his winter coat.
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