"But I swear to you, you suspect me wrongfully." "Restore it," replied Judith, "or tell me where it is hidden.

If not, I will be the death of you ?" "Let us go to the hiding-place," replied Chowles, whose uneasiness was not diminished by the menace.

"You may be mistaken, and I hope you are." Though he uttered the latter part of his speech with seeming confidence, his heart misgave him.

To conceal his trepidation, he snatched up a lamp, and passing through the secret door, hurried along the narrow stone passage.

He was about to open the cell, when he perceived near it the tall figure of the enthusiast.
"There is the robber," he cried to Judith.