The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 206: what you’re looking at

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THE SECOND JOURNEY 189 you thus dripping from head to foot; your hat, too, is gone. Besides, if I choose to conceal from you who and what I am, I shall have no difficulty in so doing, for_I am now residing at Geneva in the utmost seclusion, with a false name, and under very peculiar circumstances,” she added, in a voice which suddenly fell to tones of the lowest despondency. ‘‘ How- ever, itis probable that I may tell you my history, for after what you have done for me, I owe you all possible gratitude and confidence, — yes, and hkewise the love which a sister bears toward a brother.”’ While thus conversing, the lady and Jocelyn walked to- svether away from the lake in the direction of the town. They assuredly presented a somewhat singular appearance, both dripping, with nothing on their heads, and the lady’s hair flowing in wet masses over her shoulders. But fortu- nately they encountered no one until they reached the nearest buildings, and then, as the lady immediately conducted our hero into a narrow and dark street, the few persons whom they did meet there took no particular notice of them. In this manner they proceeded until they reached a sloomy-looking building, where a lamp was burning over the entrance. Here the lady pulled a bell, the sounds of which, as they met Jocelyn’s ears, seemed as if emanating from some cloistral or cavern-like place. The door was almost immediately opened by an individual bearing a light, and Jocelyn at once recognized the gentleman with whom he had that afternoon dined at the adjacent village. CORNICLOOL “S) (C(O) am