"We'll tighten it again in the next room, my friend.

Stay a moment, Rector!" He pointed to the wardrobe.

The Rector went to it and unhitching a clean surplice laid it across his arm.

So we filed into the room where Isabel and Archibald Plinlimmon awaited us.
They stood in the shadow of the window-curtains, talking together in low tones: and by their attitudes she was vehemently pleading for a favour which he as vehemently rejected.

But when she caught him by both hands he yielded, and they faced us together--she with her beautiful face irradiated.
Miss Belcher stepped to her at once and kissed her; and across that good lady's shoulder she cast one look at the prisoner, now being shuffled into the room by Mr.Rogers.