"I was taken somewhere, and I don't know where--'pon my word and honor, I don't--and I was kept a prisoner in a nasty room, by people I don't know, to punish me for flirting, I was told; and when I was there two weeks, and punished sufficiently, Heaven knows, I was fetched home.

Guardy, there's everything I know or can tell you about the matter.

Now, please be good, and don't bother with tiresome questions." Mr.Walraven stood and looked at her, a petrified gazer.

Such unheard-of impudence! Sir Roger Trajenna took up the catechism.
"Your pardon, Mollie, but I must ask you a few more questions.

There was a young person brought you a letter on the night we were--" His voice failed.