"Mr.Denzil!" she cried, with great energy, "sooner than you should do that, I'd--I'd--well, I don't know what I'd do!" "Accuse me of stealing your silver spoons and have me locked up," said Lucian, laughing.

"Make yourself easy, Miss Greeb.

I have no intention of tempting Providence.

All the same, I don't believe for one minute that No.

13 is haunted." "Lights were seen flitting from room to room." "No doubt.