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"Come along. 477," he commanded; "you've put up this pretty game on these ladies and gents long enough ! ' '
Such a silence followed as only such an incongruous announcement can produce. From an imminent earldom to the habitant of a prison was a far descent. Then Mrs. Adair, chalk-white, demanded angrily :
"What does this mean, Sir John? Have the goodness to explain ! ' '
One of the blue-coated officers tittered audibly at the title, and the guests leaned forward like a pack of hounds close upon the scent.
"There is nothing to explain, Mrs. Adair," the deposed baronet replied; "that is, just now."
"Come, come, men," the determined individual, who proved to be the warden, ordered; "come along, 477; no use of a row — you're caught good and plenty. And I'm sure we thank you for the information, Mr. Peters."
Ac the escaped convict turned to go, between his burly captors. Lily
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sprang from her chair. " John !" she whispered agonizedly. "What to her that he was a prisoner in stripes ? He was the beloved sharer of her dreams : fine raiment — the world's respect — could never alter that. In later years John Clyde never forgot that token of her absolute love.
As the heavy portieres were being drawn aside for the motley quartette to pass thru, and the sibilant hiss of excited whispering rose among the guests, two strangers appeared in the opening — courtly gentlemen, the one bearing a noticeable resemblance to the recaptured truant from the law.
When the other gentleman had announced himself as the British consul, he turned to his companion and bowed. "I have the honor, ladies and gentlemen," he said, "to present to you his grace, the Earl of Clyde."
"Clyde!" came from a dozen lips. Was this evening of surprises to be endless? Lily ran to the handcuffed man, and he, for once heedless of her presence, was devouring the face of the Earl.