However, to make sure, they crouched behind the lathe and a huge plank of beautiful mahogany Hope was very proud of.
As soon as they were hidden, Mary began to complain in a whisper.

"This comes of our clandestine m--.

Our very life is a falsehood; concealment is torture--and degradation." "I don't feel it.

I call this good fun." "Oh, Walter! Good fun! For shame! Hush!" Bartley bustled on to the green, called Hope out, and sat down in Colonel Clifford's chair.

Hope came to him, and Bartley, who had in his hand some drawings of the strata in the coal mine, handed the book to Hope, and said, "I quite agree with you.